Her Demons (Bakugo MHA/BNHA)

3 - The Letter

For a while after that incident, I shut down. I complied with anything my sister wanted, not wanting to give myself the opportunity to get out of control again. If I stayed compliant, I would stay fed, and I wouldn't lose control and need to drink from a human again. Of course, this only worked for as long as she didn't try to make me do that, but I was lucky enough that that moment hasn't come yet. 

Me and Dabi had gotten quite used to each other's presence, not exactly being able to call it close, but since I didn't fight against him or his training and he kept an eye out for my condition after the scare we had, we were close enough to be able to say it was better than just simple toleration. 

I tried to ignore the horrible things that I knew he and Himiko had been doing in the meantime. They'd joined a group of villains shortly after said group attacked U.A high school, but since Dabi insisted I wasn't competent enough to join them, they kept me away from the group and I only heard of their terrible events every once in a while from them talking about it at our place. 

At the moment, things had fallen into a pattern - a routine smooth enough for me to call it peaceful - though I wasn't truly at peace with myself, just happy that I was still alive and not starved 24/7. I was just glad to have the basic human needs. 

All this "peace" was about to come to an end, after one late training session with Dabi. On the way back to my room, I noticed my door was open and some things were moved, but thought nothing of it as I got my things ready to take a shower after sweating from the exercise and overexertion I'd been through in the last couple hours. Dabi had gone to the kitchen, where I could here him talking to Himiko. 

I tried to ignore it, until Himiko laughed evilly in the other room, and footsteps promptly came stomping to my door, belonging to the black-haired pierced man I'd gotten used to being around. His anger, though? Not so fond of that. 

He slams the door open and marches over to me before I can even stand up, a furious look on his face. Something behind his eyes showed a deeper, hidden emotion, but he let his anger take over instead. 

I realize now that emotion was dread. But at the moment, I was too caught up in my own feelings of that same dread, staring at the crumpled paper he held in his clenched fist. A paper I had memorized front to back, top to bottom, and knew it like the back of my own hand. A paper that used to be in an envelope under my pillow. 

"What did you do?" He spoke lowly, a snarl on his lips and anger in his eyes. 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered out, jumping up and out of bed, backing away from him as much as I could. 

I could hear the psychotic giggles of my sister from the other room, slowly turning into full-blown laughter. I could only imagine the terrible things she was imagining that could make her laugh so whole-heartedly. 

Dabi took a step closer to me, throwing the envelope in my face.

Panicked, I backed up against the wall, pulling my nightstand away from my bed until it was the only obstacle between me and him, the last thing making me feel protected from his rage. 

He slammed his hand down on the nightstand, leaving a gnarly scorch mark as his anger rose even higher. He lunged forward around one side of the nightstand, hand outstretched to grab me. Luckily, my lamp was in his way too, so as he went around one side he only managed to knock the lamp over while I did not hesitate in running around the other side, trying everything I could to get past him and to the door. 

I cursed my door for opening inwards. 

I was so close to escaping when the door slammed in front of me and a warmth pressed against my back, burning so strongly I turned, trying to press myself against the door to get away from his flames. Dabi's arms were on either side of me, hands keeping the door shut and practically sizzling trying to keep me where I was without letting his flames get too out of control. I gulped, not wanting to say anything that could make his anger flare again.