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dabi - stupid little toy

animal by sir chloe
sorry for the long break, but i'm feeling a little off and it's hard to brainstorm.
i'll be back to normal soon though <3

CW: foul language in general

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'Meet me at Building No. 9 on X street'

I read his message over and over again as I walked down the sidewalk.

X street... X street... I think this is the right place.

I came to a stop, as I realised I had arrived at my destination. I stood before the run-down road sign that read 'X street', a feeling of unease building in my chest. Clutching my phone a little tighter, I started walking in the direction the sign pointed.

The beep on the GPS on my phone signified my arrival at my destination. I looked up, surprised by how the place looked.

The building truly was the epitome of abandoned; graffiti was splattered all over the walls, with cobwebs and random debris littered all over too. I wonder why he chose this place instead of some other 'normal' one. This only caused the feeling of unease in my chest to grow.

As I walked closer, I couldn't see him standing anywhere on the outside, so I guessed that he was waiting for me on the inside. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down, before stepping inside.

And I was right. There he was, pacing around the filthy room. Whether he heard me entering or not, he made no effort to acknowledge my presence. But whatever, I was happy to see him, and that was enough.

Upon entering the room, I couldn't help but ask a question that had been on my mind for some time, "So, why did you call me here? You could've gone somewhere else instead of... here."

He doesn't turn to face me, but he did answer back.

"I finished up my last mission around this area, that's why I sent you a text to meet me here."

"You told me about a raid that was going to happen soon, and since I can't contain my curiosity any longer, you should tell me right now." He finally turns to face me, smiling slightly at me. There was something off about his smile, though.

As if there was something else to it.

Ignoring my gut feeling, I sighed. I kind of sensed that he would ask me about this matter sooner or later. He always asked me about anything related to my field of work. I played it off as pure curiosity.

"We talked about this; I can't disclose any information regarding my missions-"

"y/n," he interrupts, the smile on his face fading and his voice now as cool as steel, "now tell me, why is it okay for me to always tip you off about my plans while you can never tell me shit about yours?"

I was stunned, to say the least.

"Because... Because you're like... a villain? I'm just protecting the citizens and i'm not... supposed to expose such sensitive information to you..."

"Weren't you the one who said that, and I quote, society defines who a 'hero' and who a 'villain' is? Isn't that how you justified this 'relationship' of ours?"

"God, you're such a fucking hypocrite! Don't you get it, you're a part of that problem too!"

He groans, pinching his nose in anger. I've never seen him so angry before.

Nor have I seen him so angry at me before. I was honestly scared.

I stared fearfully at him as he continued pacing back and forth in the space in front of me.

Silence ensued, but not for long.

"A hero and a villain. Who would've ever thought a relationship like that would ever work in the first place? I sure didn't," he tells me out of the blue.

I blinked, confused by the direction the conversation was going.

Why's he suddenly bringing this up?

Not waiting for me to say a word, he continues, "But by the looks of it, I bet you had some hope, huh?"

"I... I don't understand..." I said, my voice starting to shake uncontrollably.

"I don't think I get where you're coming from-"

"No!" He suddenly raises his voice, which startled me. I shut my mouth quickly.

"I know that you understand every single word i'm saying; you're just denying it."

"You know, i'm really curious. Has the thought of me possibly using you this whole time ever crossed your mind?" He circles around me, all the while I refused to look him in the eye.

He pauses for a moment.

The place was dead silent, save for the echoes that came from his footsteps, and the silent sobs that slowly poured out of my mouth.

My head was spinning.

Why's he telling me this now?

I pulled on the roots of my hair, sinking down onto the floor as I dwelled in my own disbelief.

I can't believe it... I can't.

He scoffs, "God, you really believed that I loved you, didn't you? How dumb can you be? Who the fuck would even bother loving someone like you?"

"Not me, that's for sure! So you better get that through your thick skull!"

He laughs, turning towards me.

He walks closer, bending down to grab my chin forcefully as he lifted my face up.

I dug my fingers into my palms, vision becoming so much more blurry.

So there we stayed, looking at each other eye to eye, with me crying and him emotionless.

He seemed to have found joy in my misery, for the smirk that slowly formed on his face gave him away.

"So," I sobbed out, "did all the 'I love you' you whispered to me every single night mean nothing to you?"

"Did every single date we went on together not mean anything?"

At this point, I was simply begging. Desperately begging for all of this to be a sick, twisted joke.

And yet my hopes were crushed when he started speaking again.

"They all meant nothing."

"From the start, I was tasked to get information out of you. I thought that because of how hard you seemed to have fallen for me, you'd give me whatever I wanted easily too."

He goes on, "Well, that never fucking worked, huh? At least you'll realise now that you're just a stupid little toy in my stupid little game!"

He releases my chin. I turned my head away from him.

Standing up straight again, he spat out his last words to me, "You're of no more use, so I never want to see you ever again."

He walks out, leaving me alone with my own thoughts and emotions.

I did not scream nor did I shout, despite how much I wanted to. So I only watched his retreating form, walking further and further away from me.

Not once did he look back.

As I sat there alone, staring into blank space, one thought kept crossing my mind:

Let's face it; He's right.

I am so fucking stupid.

- fin -