Written In Our Flames

Friends

I'm walking to the parking lot after school when Dabi comes up behind me and grabs my hand, making me jump and squeal.

"Did you just...squeal?" He asks me and lets go of my hand.

"Uhm, yes." 

"Cute. I want to tell you something."

"Okay?" I give him a strange look.

"I like you. Probably just because you're like me but I do. So if I just start hanging out with you don't overreact or think I'm in love with you. I just need to be around someone who understands." He walks away before I can even react.

Uhm. Okay.

I see my mom waving at me from her car, with big dopey smile, and I walk over there.

"He was cute. Who is he?"

"Uhm..." I look back over to where he walked away and see him watching me. "A friend...I guess." I get in the car after my mom does.

"Does he have a name?"

"Not one you need to know."

The next day Dabi found me before class and sat with me on the outside bleachers, the one's no one else sits at.

"Uhm...Hi." I watch him throw down his bag next to mine.

"Hey." He sits down right next to me and looks off to the side.

I continue to draw on my arm with black pen. "You weren't lying."

"About what?" He looks at me and leans closer to see my arm.

I can feel his body heat on my side and I relax a little, feeling warmer. "You're hanging around me."

He shifts to face me, bumping my knee with his. "I never lie. Not about stuff like that." He turns away from me again and it's my turn to look at him.

"Stuff like quirks? Or stuff like friends?"

"I don't have friends."

"What, I don't count?"

"Whoever said we were friends?" He looks at me again, a small smirk on his face.

"Yesterday when I was walking to my car."

"I said I like you because you're like me. I didn't say we were friends."

I go back to drawing on my arm, "Well guess what? When you like someone because they're like you and you start hanging out with them, they're your friend."

"Then I guess I have one friend."