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Dabi clutched your hand in his, his eyes scanning your facial features, taking in the far gone look in your eyes, the quivering of your bottom lip, and the way you swallowed that large lump in your throat. Your hair brushing against your forehead, eyes shifting every which way trying to find the specific part you wanted to begin at, but also not wanting to sound like a complete shit show in front of someone you barely even knew.

But he let you into his home– into his life. He plucked you from the street. Gave you shelter, food, and comfort that you couldn't even begin to get from the life you once lived. Your lips parted as you took in a slow breath, slightly flinching a bit when you seen Dabi raise his free hand, placing that comforting hand onto the back of your neck, rubbing the sides in an attempt to ease you, but it only made you want to cry.

"I-I wasn't always like this." You began, trying to paint the picture of who you'd used to be before Yon stepped into the picture. Before then you had friends. You had a life. You were.......happy.

"I met this guy some years ago," You continue, your voice trembling. Dabi looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, hoping like hell you weren't about to go on the tanget he quickly assumed you were going on. "Everything was great. The sweetest person I thought I'd ever know. I'm not sure when things changed– but all of a sudden, I didn't have my friends anymore, and the only person that I knew was him. He'd become angry, yell–"

"Did he hit you?" Dabi asked his question carefully, making you turn your head away from him. He cupped your chin in his hand that'd been on the back of your neck, slowly turning your face to look at him. His eyes showed more worry than anything, but on the inside Dabi was seething. Wanting to find this fucking asshole who dared put his hands on such a beautiful creature such as yourself. He wanted to show the asshole just what happens when you put your hands on a woman.

Your eyes cast downward, your lip quivering, eyes watering, unsure if you fully wanted to answer that question. It wasn't like the evidence wasn't all over your body. The cut on your lip, bruises decorating your body in places that long sleeves or jeans would easily cover up if you tried to hide it.

"He did, didn't he Dollface?" Dabi answered his own question, swallowing after he spoke, you could feel his hands trembling in yours as he felt his own heart breaking.

You chew on your lip, the tears falling from your eyes. As you try and open your mouth to speak, only getting choked up. Dabi hugged you, pulling you into his lap in one motion. Almost instinctively, you curl up into his lap, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, balling them into fists as you sob into his chest. A hand sitting comfortably on the back of your head, other wrapped around you and lightly rubbing your back, soothing you. Your chest felt tight, your stomach felt like you were going to throw up.

"It's okay." He whispers, kissing the top of your head, your knuckles turnin white from how you continued to grip his shirt. "I'm right here, it's alright. He'll never put his hands on you again, Y/N– I swear it on my life."

You felt his chest vibrate when he spoke, his heart rate somewhat calming your sobs. You tried to burry your face into his chest, eventhough you couldn't get any closer to him than what you already were. And he squeezed you there. His arms around you feeling like a cozy blanket of comfort you didn't want to wiggle out of.

"You're gonna be okay now." He whispers into your hair, his face nestled deep into the top of your head as he held you to his body. You shift yourself, wraping your legs around his waist, pressing your body even closer to his. "You're so strong. I'm sorry this happened to you. You didn't deserve any of that. God– Y/N you're so fucking strong Dollface."

Although he tried to comfort you, it just made you sob into his chest more. He kissed the top of your head once more, letting you get every single emotion you wanted out, before your sobbing finally calmed down. Untill your body stopped shaking but the grip on is shirt still remained. Untill all you were doing was getting your breathing in order and nuzzling into his chest.

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