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

4. Clubbing ✦

You: I can't believe this happened, yk? It doesn't feel real.

You: Like just the other day he was threatening me and scaring me, and now he's dead.

You: I mean, who would do this?

Mystery Boy: It seems like someone thought he deserved to be pegged down a few notches

You: Yeah, and Ik this is going to sound super fucked up but a part of me doesn't even feel bad. It just feels....relieved. Like he deserved this.

Dabi grinned down at his phone. You thought he deserved this. You were happy and relieved. Just as he expected, you were grateful. You'd probably be even happier if you were there, watching him do it. Maybe you'd even light the match. God, he loved you. You were perfect.

Mystery Boy: Of course you do. After all the fucked up shit he did, no wonder you feel this way. There's nothing wrong with it.

Mystery Boy: If ur too upset to go, then I'm completely fine with doing it at a better time

You: No, no, I want to go. I need to get out anyways

Mystery Boy: You sure?

You: Yeah

You: When are we meeting again?

Mystery Boy: 9:30

You: K thanks

You: See you then ☺️

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With a sigh, you turned off your phone, managing to pull yourself off of the bed and start to get ready. Just a few days ago, he invited you to go out to some clubs with him, (letting you know that it would be crowded) and you said yes.

Of course, you knew it wasn't that wise to go hang out with someone you hardly knew. Especially when you didn't know his name, and with all the recent events, so you texted your friends where you were going and a small description of the guy you were going with, just in case he was a psychopath stalker murder who was preparing to kidnap you. But he probably wasn't. And you were probably just being paranoid like your friends said you were.

You went through your closet, looking for something to wear. Something not too slutty, but flaunted a bit of skin. After a bit of searching, you found a short but not too short black dress that had spaghetti straps and hung around your thighs, and some matching shoes, which were a pair of black high heels.

Then you went to look for underwear. You searched in your drawers, pulling out a lacy white pair. You groaned to yourself, holding them above your head. Why were you even thinking of wearing something like that? It's not like anything would happen, you were just going to hang out with him. That's it. Still, you rather be safer than sorry, so you laid them out on top of your dress, going to shower.

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You parked your car outside of the club, looking up at your reflection in the rearview mirror. Your face sparkled slightly with makeup, and you eyed it hesitantly. Was this too much? Were you trying too hard?

You know what? No. You looked hot. And you could do this.

"I can do this." You murmured to yourself out loud, popping your lips and rubbing them together.

Grabbing your phone and your wallet, you stepped out of the car. You were in the parking lot just outside of the club, the building looming above. Multicolored lights shone illuminating it and muffled music played loudly.

You searched the night for the stranger, struggling to find him. A few minutes passed by, and there was still no sign of him. And that's when the doubts started seeping into your mind. Had he stood you up? Was he just playing with you? Was he not interested in you anymore?