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3. Good Riddance

After spending a moment or two picking the lock, Dabi silently opened the door. And fuck, Dabi didn't think he had any respect for your ex, but he was wrong. Because that micro-sized bit of respect he had for him was all out the window when he saw his dorm.

It was a mess, even messier than Dabi's place, trash, wrappers, and food strewn all over the place. Band posters decorated the wall, as well as one of some woman in a bikini that Dabi was sure sent feminism back fifty years, and another of a big-breasted anime girl.

Everything about this room screamed "Douche" and Dabi wondered what the hell you saw in this creep. He wondered how he even got his hands on you, or any girls.

Dabi walked over to his desk, gloved hands going through different papers, keeping himself from knocking over any cans of Mountian Dew or soda as he did so. Not finding anything interesting, he went through the drawers of the desk, and then he pulled out a white laptop. Jackpot.

Dabi flipped it open, seeing that it was unlocked. Course this dickhead would be too stupid to lock his shit. He thought to himself scornfully, going through all of his files.

Most of it was just porn, school work, and spam in his email, but then he found something else. A script. A fucking movie script. And it was written all about himself. Jesus Christ, (y/n). What did you see in this guy?

Dabi skimmed it and God, it was just as horrible as he thought it was. He couldn't even finish it. Instead, he went through the rest of his room.  Finding some nudie magazines with the pages stuck together and a fleshlight (How horny was this freak?) that made him happy he had gloves on.

Hearing footsteps creaking down the hallway, Dabi rushed over to the door, locking it, and putting everything back in its place, hiding in the closet. His heart was pounding, his hands trembling as he pulled out the crowbar from his bag. Never had he felt such strong emotions when preparing for a murder like this.

He silenced his shaky adrenaline-filled breaths as he heard the lock twist. A few small footsteps and he came into Dabi's view from behind the blinds. He was muttering something under his breath, looking at his phone. Dabi held himself back, watching and waiting for the right moment.

He got it when your ex turned around, facing away from the closet, leaving himself completely vulnerable to Dabi. So, he sprung out of the closet, smacking him in the back of his head, and knocking him out cold.

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With a grunt, Dabi laid your ex-boyfriend's body out on the ground, stretching his sore muscles. He had to carry this bastard's body down two flights of stairs and he was too damn heavy. Fortunately, it was early in the morning, most students in the dorm studying, sleeping, partying, or drunk beyond belief to notice what was happening.

He pulled up a chair he brought with him, making your ex sit up in it and tying his arms together to it, putting a gag in his mouth. They were out in the alleyway, just outside of his dorm. It was dark, so Dabi knew no one would notice him. And if they did, if they heard your ex-boyfriend's muffled screams for help, they would probably just run, like the cowardly little sheep they are.

The world is a cruel, cold, place, full of horrid, selfish people. But you weren't. You were one of the last few good things on this Earth, and Dabi would be damned if he lost you. That was why he was doing this, after all. To protect you. To keep you.

Leaning over, Dabi smacked your ex's bloodied-up face, trying to wake him. "C'mon, get up, shitbag. I didn't hit you that hard."

After a few more slaps, he woke up, his eyes fluttering open. It took him a few moments to gain consciousness of his surroundings, and it seemed that Dabi gave him a concussion, because he was really out of it. But he eventually pieced it all together, starting to struggle and writhe under his bonds, crying out.

Then, his eyes met with Dabi's, and the absolute look of fear that twisted onto his face was priceless. A part of Dabi wanted to record it and send it to you. He was sure that you would enjoy it just as much as he did.

"I don't know who you are- but please- please don't do this-" He managed to get through the rag in his mouth. Already begging? How pathetic.

Dabi didn't respond, just pulled out a gas can from behind him, unscrewing the top. He waved the can around, letting the gasoline fall on your ex, getting on his pants, his shirt, and his face, while he continued pleading for his life, for someone to help him.

Eventually, his crying started getting on Dabi's nerves, eventually making him snap. "Shut the fuck up, will you? No one's coming to help you, so just give it up already."

That didn't do much, only quieted the man for a few moments before he started begging again. Dabi sighed, grabbing a box of matches from his coat pocket, pulling one out, and striking it against the box, lighting it immediately.

Your ex-boyfriend went ballistic, struggling around as hard as he could, screaming and screaming. "No- no- don't do this! You fucker! You won't get away with this!"

"Oh, don't play innocent with me." Dabi barked at him, shutting him up. "You raped (y/n). You hurt her. And she probably wasn't the only one you hurt, is she? Well, I'm here to make you pay for your sins, and you won't ever get to touch her again, you won't ever get to be blessed by being near her. You're done."

With that, Dabi dropped the match, watching his body become engulfed in the flames, his skin melting away, and his screams being silenced by the roar of the fire. And Dabi laughed. He laughed and laughed, running his hands through his hair, grabbing at the strands roughly.

Now, Dabi had killed before, but never had he found it so intoxicating, so invigorating. He knew exactly why. It was the first time he killed for you.

And he couldn't get enough of it.

(A/N: I'm lowkey spamming chapters but idc lmao

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