𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 | (𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂)

32

"What are we?"

KIARA'S POV:

I didn't see Dabi for a few days after that. It wasn't a surprise because what else did I expect? He's a villain, off to make a secret plan with the League of Villains. Maybe he's off on a killing spree.

What am I thinking?

I shouldn't even be with him in the first place. He's a murderer, and he might as well kill me too.

Pacing back and forth in my room, I bit down on my nails. I felt like a schoolgirl, nervous about her very first date.

The balcony door slid open.

I turned, coming face-to-face with the scarred man looming over me. His dark and intimidating presence embraces me in its wake as he walks slowly in quick strides with his long legs.

"Missed me?" Dabi drawled out lowly, bending down to plant a kiss on my jaw before I stopped him with my hand.

"After the stunt, you pulled?" I reminded him with a soft glare. "I don't think so."

He tsked, straightening himself up. "I had a lot on my mind, alright, Carrots?"

"Doesn't mean you suddenly have to barge out," I point out, planting both hands on my hips. "You were a jerk, getting jealous over a high school boy."

"I wasn't jealous!" Dabi snapped.

I blinked, staring at him in disbelief and slight disappointment. He ran a frustrated hand through his raven locks, licking his lips to think.

"Look... I just don't like it when you don't answer me, alright?" He held my wrist, drawing me closer. "You're a hero. Heroes make stupid sacrifices. Let's not do that."

"Villains make stupid sacrifices too to get their one goal," I said. "How about we don't do that either?"

Dabi didn't respond, planting kisses down the outline of my jaw to the column of my neck.

I didn't get out of bed 'til that evening.

DABI'S POV:

I sat up against the headboard, drawing lazy circles across the lower part of her back.

I stared across the room, thinking about my life's choices. Revenge, hatred, desire, and disappointment flashed across me like a bullet in disguise. I had to focus on my main goal: making sure his career was ruined—including every inch of him before I destroy superhuman society. It's what I'm here for.

Right?

Averting my gaze to the hero cuddled against my side. Her breathing was slow and steady, relaxing in the comfort of my burned arm around her frame.

The desire was turning into something I feared. It would become something I wouldn't be able to control. Much like my flames.

Kiara suddenly stirs awake, fluttering her eyes open. "Mm... Dabi?" She calls out.

"What, Carrots?" I reply, stroking her locks with my think digits.

"Can I ask you something?" She tiredly rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness as she yawned.

I closed my eyes, nodding.

"What are we?"

My heart stopped. I wasn't hoping she wouldn't ask the question, but I knew the time would come. I came up with excuses in my head, wondering which one would get me out of this situation. 

If I said we were in a relationship, I would be expected to give her gifts, be there every day, and put work into it. I wasn't good at either of those. I would break her heart, and I knew her feelings towards me. But I couldn't be what she wanted. I put my guard up, and even if I showed her every bit of affection, I knew my weakness for her would only grow.

I wouldn't give her flowers, give her love notes, whisper sweet-nothings into her, and let my feelings around her show. I wasn't like that. I brought booze, offering her to smoke with me, whisper how I was going to ruin her that night and hold my guard up while she was the one that cuddled by my side for "after-care" as they put it. 

Before I could say she was nothing but another girl, I looked down at those bright and doe hazel eyes, dazed with sleep and longing. That damn look. It haunted me ever since I met her all those years ago. 

I clenched my fists. 

Suddenly, I wanted to give her flowers. I wanted to leave her notes when I couldn't be there for the day. I wanted to wake up every morning to see her there and whisper the sweetest and dirtiest things in her ear. I wanted to spill all the secrets to her and tell her it's been me all along.

I hope you know what you're doing, Dabi.

"You're my girlfriend," I grumbled, turning my head to the side. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Yeah?" she smiled. I felt the walls cracking just a tad. 

"Yeah."

•○○○•

I didn't stay for long. 

I bought a drink that, drowned away my choices. 

Did I regret it? 

No.

But I knew one day I'd put her in danger. I knew I'd break her heart and everything within once she knew I was long gone. 

KIARA'S POV:

I believed Dabi when he confirmed our relationship status, but deep down, there was an ache inside my chest. It sounded like he was forced to say that, and he didn't ask if that was what I wanted to do. I mean—don't get me wrong—I want that. But I knew it would be further than any other kind of relationship. 

He was cold, cocky, and a villain. 

I should've turned him in to the police like I should have the first time I encountered him. Even if I had the power to reverse time, I couldn't change it in the way I wanted. I would repeat the same thing over and over again.

"He's my boyfriend now," I said out of the blue, stirring my iced tea. 

"Who?" Yuna's brows shaped into a V.

"The guy I was talking about." I met her eyes. 

She raised both brows in surprise with a hint of a smile on her lips. "I'm happy for you. Will I get to meet him someday?"

I nodded. "Possibly. He's a—" a villain "—little shy. I'll convince him to meet you one day. He's still scared to meet my father, but that might be too soon." 

"Hm, well, I don't mind being patient." She took a sip of her coffee. "All that matters is if he treats you well, okay? Tell me if something happens, promise?"

Does Dabi treat me well? He gives me booze, messages me from time to time, and gives me the most intense kisses. But... he isn't one to give flowers or tell me words of affection. That isn't him, and whenever I thought about it, I knew I was just being delusional. 

Just maybe... one day he'll let his guard down.

"Promise." I reached out, giving her hand a firm squeeze.