Lost Souls (DABI X READER)

Chapter 9; Hidding Out

I pulled my phone out and turned on the Lock Screen, "guess I gotta get a new one." I stare down at the picture of my family all laughing. I was the only one not in the picture, I felt a pang in my heart. "I'll get I few pictures printed." The night on the fire, I had accidentally left my phone in my car so it was one of the few things I had left. I shut the phone down and break open the back removing the memory card. I'd have to wipe everything besides family memories later. I pull myself out of his soft bed, I immediately felt a sting wave of fatigue. I grabbed my toothbrush from the bag he had handed and walked to a small bathroom off his room. His home wasn't clean but it wasn't dirty either. I open the door and the smell of weed hits my nose. "Doesn't surprise me," I mumbled again, but I'd be lying if it wasn't tempted.
(Don't do drugs (^‿^✿))

I brush my teeth using his toothpaste and ruffle and comb my hair with my hands until it was decent. I notice my right hand twitched some as I grabbed the faucet handle turning it on. "I need lotion." I thought aloud splashing my face with warm water to somewhat clean my face.

I completely leave the bedroom and walk into what looked to be a kitchen. I mindlessly run my hand over my burned arm, "D-Dabi?" I gently called out, I walk further into the room spying him smoking something off the balcony. "Damn... okay. I'm in basically a stranger's home... sure I now work with him but I don't know him really at all." I look around the minimal decor and furniture, it seemed easy to just get up and leave if needed.

I open the glass door and approach him, I didn't look at him. I simply stood next to him, I wasn't going to talk if he didn't want to. I leaned on the bars, I was perfectly steady besides the small movements of my fingers that refused to stop twitching. I breeze goes by us, the smoke that he blew hits me directly in the face. Weed. The urge to ask for a hit fill my mind, but I suppressed it and kept my eyes locked on the street below. "So you can't hold your alcohol." He said with a slight mock in his tone.
"I can, I just suck at stopping." I retort still not turning to him.
"And underaged too." I saw from the corner of my eye him puff out a ring of smoke. I finally turn my head to him.
"Basically one year off. I'm almost 19 which is basically 20." I roll my eyes, then I really think about what he said. "You looked at my drivers' license," I growled out.
"Yup. I mean I saved you from the cops, (Y/N)." He smirked turning to me. "Plus, you are so needy when you sleep." My face turns beet red, I look away huffing. "Aww, did I embarrass you? I wasn't going to sleep on the couch in my own home. That's fucking stupid." He laughs a little and turns his body to mine leaning on the railing.
"Whatever," I mumble, my eyes returning to his. "Damn, you don't happen to have cigarettes?" I ask pushing off the cold metal.
"No, I don't. I prefer to get high." He says in a more of a "mater of fact" tone. Everything went quiet again, neither of us said anything.

As the day moved on, I grew accustomed to who Dabi was, he was a distant man, made lewd jokes, and often didn't hide his opinions on much. To be honest, he was blunt with a small filter. I sat watching the news, I watched the reporters report on my murders, I didn't remember any of it. I kind of felt bad, but Dabi had told me he was trying to get in my pants so it didn't last long. "God, I want a drink." I stood and walked to his kitchen, I open his freezer. "Vodka will do." I place it down and open the fridge. "Not a lot to work with." I grabbed orange juice and lemonade, I felt slightly disappointed. I open his cupboards and find a cocktail shaker, I start adding what I had and threw some ice on top of that. "Discount Sex on the beach," I smile to myself and began to shake it.

I stood there for a while, my eyes watch the clock. I grab a glass and pour the drink. "Hope it isn't shit." I take a swig and sigh, "if only I had the rest of the juices, could be so much better." I heard Dabi walk out of his room, his hair flat with water.
"Drinking?" He asked picking up the cocktail shaker. "Didn't know you knew how to mix." He poured some out for himself.
"It would be better if I had everything, it's missing that oomph if you know what I mean." He nods drinking it.
"What we're you trying to make?" He leaned on the counter.
"Sex of the beach, I've made it a hundred times." I sigh disappointedly in the drink. "I mean it's not bad but-"
"It's fine, but I don't like fruity drinks too much. At least not for alcohol." He finishes it and rinses the shaker out. "Now, let me make you one."

I sat on a counter across from him, I watch him pull a bottle out and ginger ale from the fridge. He started pouring them into the shaker with some ice. I was now on eye level with Dabi, I look over his body with his back to me. Both of us had scars, but they were 10x worse, but I believe they were also burns. I really hadn't taken it in til now but he was shirtless, the thought of the last shirtless man I was with made me want to scream but I swallowed those thoughts when his voice spoke up. "Here." He held a drink to me, I nodded and took it.
"Thank you." I smiled at him and drink some. "What is it?" I asked tipping my head to the side.
"Rum and Ginger." He answered simply, drinker his own.
"I don't usually like rum." I thought aloud, drinker more.
"You probably just haven't had it right." He states finishing his own glass.

I finish mine and I continue to sit on the counter, I watch him pull stuff out for dinner. "Hey, Dabi?" I say softly, he hums in response. "Thanks. For everything." I said quietly, my head tilting back. My eyes stared at the ceiling. We sat in silence for a while, not an awkward silence, a more comfortable silence. I listened to the sizzle of whatever he was starting to cook.
"If you keep sitting like that you're gonna give people the wrong idea." He thought aloud, I felt his presence approach me. I tilt my head down, I watch him stand next to me reaching for something in the cabinet.
"And what would that be?" I smirk knowing the answer.
"You're a feisty one, (Y/N)." He responded with a laugh walking back to the food.
"Just a bit." I laugh and swung my legs a little, making sure not to hit the cupboard below me. 

Dinner was good, but food always does taste better when others cook it. We didn't speak much, we just sat at the small table. After dinner, we both sat on the couch. Dabi flipped through the channels, his posture slouched. I on the other hand sat with my knees to my chest with a blanket wrapped around me. The calm atmosphere was comforting, I didn't feel unnerved by Dabi's presence. Dabi pulled his phone out and looks over something, he sighs before looking back to the tv. "The league says there's a meeting tomorrow night." He informs me, I nod and grip the blanket tighter. 

I abruptly stand up and walk to the front door. "Where are you going, Drunk?" The nickname he gave me came back throughout the day. But this time it was testier. 
"I'm simply going out for a stroll Dabi," I respond, a small smile sat on my lips.
"You're very wanted right now, the heroes are probably looking at night for you as well." He comments standing up, I roll my eyes and growing agitated. "I mean if you want to get caught then go ahead." I groan and walk towards his room. 
"I'm going to shower," I grumble, but first I stopped in front of his door. "Do you have... clothes I can were to sleep in?" I asked remembering that he only really grabbed my bras, underwear, and a few shirts and pants. He nods and walks past me into his room. 

I watch him search through a drawer, he pulls out a black tank-top with the words "Fuck this bitch" on it. I hold it up and laugh slightly. "Interesting choice." 
"Just thought I'd give you something you want." His voice was unwavering, he didn't falter or look nervous in his comment at all. I quickly turned around my face turning red. 
"Says you." My voice wasn't as strong as his but I entered the bathroom quickly not giving him time to counter my comment.

I stood in the bathroom and disrobed, I turned it on. I stuck my hand in the shower feeling the heat slowly increase. Once it was high enough I step in, I ran both my hands through my (H/C) hair and then rubbed my face. I stood in the shower grabbing his hair products and read the labels. "Well, it'll do. I'll defiantly smell somewhat like him now." I shower not wanting to waste any more water I rush the rest, I wanted to shave but I couldn't, I could probably go another day without shaving, to be honest.

When I left the shower I pulled the shirt over me and then panic filled me. In the rush of not dying of embarrassment, I forgot to grab underwear. "Shit." I poked my head out the door and searched the room, he wasn't there. I slink my way into the dark room, only being lit by the bathroom. I rifle through my bag and grab a random pair out. I walk back to the bathroom and shut the door. I really look at the pair I grabbed, it was my black slight lacey pair. Another sigh leaves my mouth, I was not walking back out there. I suck it up and pull them on, I hated how comfy they felt. I leave the bathroom and sit on his bed, I was so happy that his shirt was long enough to cover my ass-- well as long as I didn't bend over that is.

I refused to wear I bra when I slept but I really debated on it. In this shirt, I had easily seen side boob showing. If I lifted my arms you could clearly see a lot of my tit. I hear the door open, Dabi walked over, laying on the other side of the bed I sat on. He barely glanced at me, I tossed my bag away not worry anymore about the matter. I lay in the bed next to him, my back to him. "Night," he grumbled.
"Night, Dabi."