???????????????????????????????????????? || Yandere!Dabi x Reader

1. Get Together

There are too many people here. You feel like your suffocating, trying to push your way through the different bodies that are bumping up against one another, others that are moving a little too close for comfort. So much for a "small get-together."

That's what your friend told you it was when she called you earlier today, inviting you to come. You would be fine with that, getting out and hanging with some people you knew, and some you didn't. What you weren't fine with was a huge party like this, unfamiliar faces everywhere, crowding you, staring at you, watching you.

And when you saw an all too familiar one, you knew you had to get away. He couldn't be here, could he? She promised he wouldn't. But it didn't seem like it was something under her control, considering all of the people here.

You needed to go somewhere nice and quiet. Needed to calm yourself down and breathe. So, you manage to fight your way through the crowd, opening the door to the basement and walking through.

The wooden stairs creak underneath you as you walk down them and the carpet flooring squeaks slightly when you take your first step onto it, walking over to the light switch and flicking it on. The lamp hanging from the ceiling illuminates the empty room, making you smile. No people, just an old couch and some boxes of unused junk here and there. Of course, no guests are allowed in the basement, so you're finally free to be alone again.

Laying back on the couch, you fish through your jacket pocket, finding a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. You pop one out of the box and slip it between your lips, lighting it and taking a long, deep, drag.

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There are too many damn people here. Too many people dancing on one another, grinding as if they were at some private strip club, too many guys flirting with drunk girls, too many douchebags playing beer pong. This definitely wasn't Dabi's scene.

He wasn't here to party or any stupid shit like that. He was here for you. But where the hell were you?

One moment you were squeezing between strangers, the next, you had completely disappeared into the crowd. He groaned in frustration, his blue eyes scanning the area.

A part of him just wanted to say "fuck it" and burn this whole place to the ground. And he knew he would enjoy every second of it. Hearing these asshole's pathetic screams, smelling the scent of their burnt flesh, watching the flames engulf them until they were nothing but ash and bone. But he knew he couldn't. Because you were here.

Dabi manages to find your form again, now standing at a door and walking through, no one following after. He grinned to himself. Perfect.

He feels his grin widen when he quietly walks down the stairs, seeing you sitting all alone on the old maroon plush couch, curls of smoke floating above you as you blew some more out. He steps into your view, saying his first words to you.

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"Mind if I join you?"

The raspy voice pulls you out of your thoughts, making you look up at the man standing before you. Your eyes meet with a pair of familiar cyan ones, ones that you had locked with earlier tonight.

You hadn't gotten a good view of the stranger before, since there were too many people in the way, but now there was no one. No one but you and him. So you could look all you wanted.

He was tall, and slim, but had an athletic body frame that was covered with an unzipped leather jacket, a baggy white tank top underneath, sagging slightly so you could see a part of his muscular chest, followed by torn jeans and sneakers. You looked back up at his face, seeing the smug grin on it. He was quite attractive, with spikey black hair, those beautiful eyes, metal stubs on the side of his nose, and that clear, pale skin of his. 

"Guests aren't allowed in the basement." You reply, tapping some ash off your cigarette into the plastic red cup you were using as a makeshift ashtray.

"Then what're you doing here, toots? You running this whole thing?" He asks, sitting down on the opposite side of the sofa, leaving some space between you. "Because it's pretty rude for the hostess to be hiding from her guests."

He's leaning over, smirking at you, and you can feel your cheeks growing warm. His eyes move over your body when you look away, looking at the skimpy (f/c) dress you had on underneath your jacket. "No, but I'm close friends with Takeyama. The person who's throwing this party."

"Right, well, if you get a VIP pass, can't I get one too?" You can't tell if he's mocking you or flirting with you, but whatever it is, you like it.

"I guess I'll allow it. It'll just be our little secret." You wink at him, not even realizing what you had done. Not even realizing how that small gesture made him even more infatuated with you, made him want you more, and made him struggle with his self-control.

He holds out his hand, gesturing to your carton of cigarettes. You place one in his hand. "Thanks."

Before you can even offer him your lighter, he pulls one out from his pocket, flicking it open and putting the flame against his cigarette. His lighter was a dark silver, with a blue skull design on it. You stared at him in awe, watching him lean back against the cushion, blowing some smoke in the air.

Shit, that's so hot.

"You know, it's impolite to stare." He purred, glaring over at you. You felt your face grow hot, looking away, shaking your head, and cursing your stupid horny brain.

"So, uh, do you go to U.A?" You questioned, breaking the tense silence, the only thing that filled it being the loud voices from upstairs and the muffled booming music.

"Nah, I just heard about this party from a friend of a friend and decided I'd go check it out." He shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette.

He didn't even go to your university? You weren't super surprised, considering how popular and connected Takeyama was, but still. You and her were definitely going to chat after this because there's no way in hell that this could be passed off as a small get-together.

Finishing your cigarette, you tossed it into the trash, toying with your zipper as you tried to make conversation. "You got a name? Or you want me to call you something?"

"Mmm, I think I'll keep that a secret for now." He smirked, putting out his cigarette on the side of the couch. You would complain, but you were too mad at Takeyama to care.

You moved closer to him, leaning over so close that your breath fanned on his face, that you could smell the mixture of cologne and smoke, something you found comforting and attractive. "Well, Mystery boy, Wanna make out?"

His eyes sparkled with desire, and you took that as a yes. So, you straddled him, your thighs resting on the outside of his legs, pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back roughly, and you could taste the rum and cola on his tongue, as well as the metallic taste of his piercing.

He ran his rough, calloused hands over the backs of your thighs, feeling all of your revealed skin. Fuck, you were so soft. His hands crept up your hips, resting just above your ass.

You two continued kissing, occasionally breaking it to catch your breath, before getting back into it. You felt something begin to harden against your thigh, grinding against it, before suddenly being torn off of him roughly.

It was him. Your ex-boyfriend. Fear, dread, and anger all crept through you, the bliss and lust you once felt now gone. Grabbing a pen off the floor, you quickly scribbled something down on your carton of cigarettes, tossing them to the stranger you were just kissing.

"Text me." Was the last thing you managed to say to him, before being pulled away.

(A/N: IM SO FUCKING IMPRESSED WITH MYSELF I DON'T THINK IVE LOVED MY WRITING ANYMORE THAN I DO RN

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