TW; description of gore and self-harm??
I stood in a long hallway, the walls were a pale tan, many doors lined the walls. I stood in a U.A. uniform, my hair was (Hair length) like it was when I did attend. After a left, I cut it and styled it differently to show that my life had moved on. My shoes clicked on the linoleum tiles as I walked down the hall. The air was still, unmoving. Nothing felt alarming to me, it was pleasant to be here. No worries. No problems. Just alone. Alone with my thoughts and feelings, all the pain I knew and held on to... it felt weightless. My feet continued to move, the room grew darker and darker. Before I knew it I could tell anything around me, but the room grew cold-- the ground squisher. I pause as I warm starts edging up my legs, I stood ankle-deep in it. A bright light lit behind me, a golden glow shimmers on the flesh. I stared down at the open skulls and entrails I stood in, I twisted myself around towards the warm fire that sat lit 100 feet from me. The blood on the floor rose slowly, I began to approach the flame. The closer I got the hotter I felt and more pain started to engulf my right side. The blood sat up to my knees as it began to boil, I let out a scream. My right hand caught aflame, everything about this was agony. The agony that followed me no matter where I went.
I woke up in a sweat, the blanket had been discarded from my unconscious body. The room was pitch black, maybe a 1 hour or 2. Dabi laid away from me, he faced towards the window. I pulled myself from the bed, I quietly walk out of the room. My arm was aching, My side was aching. Anything that was affected by the fire— hurt. I walk into his kitchen and began to rifle through his cabinets. "Damn, I need meds," I grumbled. My annoyance grew quickly, I resisted the urge to yell. I was in another's home, I'd never wish to disturb another person who has helped me. My hand shook more and more, the pain was awful. Why did it hurt so bad? It had finally started to calm down, it hadn't been this bad for weeks.
I dug my nails into my arm, my damaged skin ripped open. Tears struck my eyes, I silently begged for the shaking... for the pain... to end. Blood ran down my arm onto the tiled floor, I quickly ripped the paper towels from a roll and began to clean. I desperately cleaned the blood up, I didn't want to leave any mess or show any weakness. That's how you get killed in this line of work. I threw the bloody paper into the trash and hid it under a box that already sat there. I pressed another towel to the wound, my arm still shook.
I walked out onto the balcony, the cold night may calm what nerves I had left. I sat down on the cool cement and leaned on the wall, my chest rose and fell heavily. I tried to push the pain from my mind, any movement hurt. "F-fuck. This is some pain." I let out a dry laugh and closed my eyes. "Maybe a small rest will help." I curled up more getting quite comfortable. I fell asleep with a breeze passing over my body, cooling me down.
...Dabi's POV...
The room felt colder than the other night, I rubbed my face and sat up, opening my eyes. Light peaked through my black thick curtains as I scanned the room. "Where did the Drunk go?" I grumble out, running my fingers through my hair. I get up and stretch some, yawning. I walk out into the kitchen and continue to look for her, my eyes meet the cabinets left open and obviously riffled through. She'd been looking for something. A few drops of blood were sloppily cleaned up being smeared across the floor. "What the fuck happened?" I sigh and turn my head to the side seeing the patio door left slightly open.
I walked out into the cool morning air, her form was huddled against the cold brick. Her body was only moved with her steady breaths. My eyes ran over her scar landing on the dried blood that had run down to her elbow, another sigh left my lips. "Did it rip open?" I pick her up, she was freezing. Goosebumps covered her (S/T) skin. I carry her back to bed, I lay her down. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed a bandage and a washcloth, I return to her side and clean the old blood away and then gently wrap it. Before I walked away I noticed her bloodied nails on her left hand, 'so she ripped it open.' I thought to myself before walking out of the room, not paying any more mind to it.
I sat on the couch, the tv once again reporting on her kills. The picture they used though made me stop eating, she wore a U.A. uniform and seemed to be quite happy. Her right hand wasn't scarred, her face looked less tired and run down. The picture was reported as resent photo though. "Ex-student (L/N)(F/N) of U.A. Graduated Class 3-A, was expelled after she attacked a fellow student almost killing them. The case states that after her family died in a fire she would lash out more and the last straw was her willingness to kill another student. She is seen as highly dangerous and if seen do not engage and call the police. Now, a word from her Ex-Teacher-" I turned off the tv and sighed a little. I quickly finished my food and tossed the dishes in the sink, I returned to the room and grabbed clothes, taking a shower.
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfic(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
