...(Y/N)'s POV...
I woke up to the sound of running water, my body ached but no longer was aflame. "I must have walked back to bed..." I think aloud moving the covers off of my body. I open my bag and grab a long-sleeved (F/C) cropped top, a pair of high-waisted ripped jeans. I riffle through the bag until I find my most comfortable bra and underwear, I wasn't going to make yesterday's mistakes. Then it hit me, He went through all my clothes. A slight blush graced my face, Dabi chose all of my clothing, and the majority was indeed black. I sighed and rubbed my face frustrated, I'd have to go shopping at some point. The shower stopped and I looked up at the door pushing my previous thoughts from my mind, I wasn't going to show he had any sway on my emotions.
The door creaked open and Dabi walked out in a v-necked tee and tight blue jeans, his hair sat more flat from the weight out the water. The shirt defined his body quite nicely, his muscles easily made an appearance with slight movements of the fabric. "You done gawking." He says monotone not making it easy to pinpoint an emotion.
"Only if your done standing there. I need to change," I state, rolling my eyes. Standing up from the bed, I push past him, gently pressing my hand against his chest.
"You're on thin Ice, Drunk." He replies, watching me enter the bathroom to change.
After, I finished showering I enter the small living place drying my hair. "Hey, Dabi?" I question moving my eyes across the room until they met his sapphire eyes.
"Yeah?" He replies side-eyeing me, not turning his body from the television.
"Did you... wrap my arm?" I asked tilting my head to the side, I had really thought about last night's events when in the shower and knew something was afoot.
"Yeah. I'd rather not have blood in my bed." His head finally turned towards me, "and what the fuck were you looking for?" He asks gesturing to his small kitchen space.
"Pills. Pain killers to be exact." I inform him, my eyes moving down to the towel now in my hands.
"Oh, those are in the bathroom behind the mirror." He points to the room and turns back to the T.V.
"Oh, okay." I nod walking over and sitting on the couch too, "When's this meeting?" I ask leaning back on the soft couch.
"Uh, I think about 7 o'clock?" He sighs out glancing down at his phone. "So, about 8 hours."
After another hour of watching T.V. and opening the fridge repeatedly hoping for new food to suddenly appear there. I laid on the small couch, my boredom starting to overtake my mind. The television was nothing more than a hum in my ears, my eyes studied the walls and ceiling. I raised my hand up slowly watching my fingers twitch, the longer I held in there the more it moved. I long, heavy sigh left my lungs before dropping my arm. I sat up slowly the urge to smoke returning to my thoughts. "YO, Dabi!" I called out to him, I waited for a moment with no response.
I groan and walk into his room and see the bathroom door open wide. "Dabi?" I say again angling myself so I could see him fully. He stood in front of the mirror, the staples that were once in his face sat in the sink. His eyes glanced over to me, to show he was acknowledging my presence. He stables one side of his face slowly and precisely. "I'm gonna go shopping, do you have a mask I can use?" I ask leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. I watched him sigh and roll his eyes, finishing one half of his face.
"In my dresser, bottom left drawer." He smirked slightly when he noticed me staring at his still open cheek. He stuck his tongue through it and I quickly looked away and walked to the drawer he mentioned. I pulled it open and saw a few fake IDs and passports, a bag of what I assume to be weed, and a black mask. I reach in and pick it up. Once I moved it my eyes met something that I didn't expect. I small handgun laid at the bottom, I reached in and pick it up. The weight was light, I release the clip and it's fully armed. I push the clip back in and make sure the safety was still on. "Whatcha got there?" Dabi's voice was low and right behind me, I jump a little looking up. I felt like a child being caught doing something that they knew they shouldn't be. His large hands grab the gun from my own, "you shouldn't play with weapons."
"I wasn't playing, just looking." My head was tilted up looking at him towering over me.
"Can you even shoot a gun?" He tosses it back into the drawer and shuts it.
"I've never shot a handgun..." I reply in more of a whisper. He hummed in response and walked off, I sat there for a moment before putting the mask on.
I bid Dabi adieu and walk out of his apartment grabbing a random jacket from the coat rack. I close the door and slip the oversized jacket on. The Jacket smelled heavy of his cologne and with undertones of weed and smoke. I walked down the road, watching my surroundings carefully. I was in a more sketchy part of town, I knew I had to stay on my toes. I enter a convenient store my hands stuffed deep in the pockets, I walk through the isles not looking any other customers. I wait for a few moments before approaching the counter, a man around my age worked the counter. "Give me a pack of cigarettes." I say in a low, hushed voice. I grab my wallet, which I had picked up before leaving, and pull out the appropriate amount. He nods and grabs some from behind the counter. He didn't question me nor seem to care, he took the money and I walked out.
I walked down the road and ripped the packaging open pulling a single one out. A smile stretches across my face, then it vanishes. "Damn, I forgot I fucking lighter." I groan and look around for any who might have a lighter on them. I few feet away stood someone with a hood and smoke coming out in thick clouds. I quickly moved towards them, "Excuse me, may I borrow your lighter." The man turns and I step back slightly.
"Of course."
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(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...
