I fallowed closely behind Twice and he walked through the winding hallways underneath their headquarters, the tips of my fingers begin to tingle from the anticipation.
We finally reach the bar where Shigaraki was slouched on a diner chair, "well look who finally decided to show up", he croaked with his raspy voice. "I'm assuming you know why you're here?"
"You want me to join your God complex?" I chirped jokingly.
He let out a soft, yet harsh chuckle. "You sure are funny for a kid who just lost their pal...but on a serious not, no, the God complex is just for me."
I grinned, "if you're asking what I think you're asking, then sure I'll join you."
"Glad we're on the same page then, I'm still going to have people keeping an eye on you so you don't become a backstabber to us."
"Cool beanz! Oh and I almost forgot to ask...", with a cheeky ear-to-ear smile.
"Hm?"
"You look like you need some chapstick, want to borrow some?" I laughed.
He stared at me with a displeased stone face, "no thanks...I'm good."
As I walked out of the room giggling I thought to myself, "haha this guy's cool."
I turn the corner and walk into the muscular chest of someone taller than me, "oof", I gasped as we collided. But then the sensation of what was on my face clicked and I mumbled quietly under my breath, "...mommy milkers."
"Move", the man said sternly.
I look up to see a handsome man with black hair and what appeared to be burn marks and staples across his face, which appeared to continue underneath his shirt. However, his rudeness was off-putting.
In retaliation I firmly stated, "stinky."
"Oh so our new recruit is a five-year-old? Great." The man pushed forward and continued towards the bar.
"Ugh! What a bitch!" I spat.
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My Little Star (Dabi x Reader) /// DISCONTINUED
FanfictionThe universe was all (y/n) ever thought about, it was all she ever knew. She studied the stars for years on end, trying to find a way to reach their ever-radiating beauty. But little did she know the most important star was closer than she had ever...
