Thing Of The Past |Dabi x Reader|

Chapter 11

Y/n stared at the now closed door, unmoving, taking in slow shallow breaths as her mind raced with thoughts of what she should do now. And what did Hawks mean by what he said? Had he seen Dabi before they separated? Or...was Dabi still around, stalking up and down her street? She wasn't afraid of Dabi, or at least not as much as she should be. She knew he could take a life from someone and not think twice about it, and deep down she always felt like she would become one of those someone's if she had went beyond the limits of his patiences. But the longer he was around, the feeling would fall deeper down until she could no longer think about it.

And so, she was not afraid of Dabi. However, she was afraid of what would happen if he were to be caught by a hero. Would that hero, or Hawks in this case, send him to prison? Or would he just kill him? Dabi is not the type to go down easily, and Hawks is not the type to back down from a villain. They would fight and they would kill each other trying to prove a point. That being, they would not loose to anyone. No matter the cost.  

And while Y/n did not favor Dabi, she didn't want him to die. Especially after what he said to her when they were just starting out...

"You said it didn't hurt. But...I can't help but be cautious when touching you." Y/n says softly as she gently rubs her finger tips up and down Dabi's arm. "You shouldn't be. I don't feel a thing, not on them anyway." He tells her, 'them' referring to his scars. "Still..." Sadness filled Y/n's (color) eyes. "Did it hurt when it happened?" She asked. 

Dabi was silent, thinking back to when his once pure body, became filled head to toe with the horrid burnt flesh that hardened to the wrinkled purple scars he adorns to this day. "Like hell." He answered. The two sat in silence, the only thing that could be heard was the inhale and exhale from every drag Dabi took from his cigarette. 

It went on like that for a moment before Y/n broke the silence. "I had...a friend who was hurt like this too." She hesitated as she spoke. Dabi did not look at her as he paused his breath for a brief second before exhaling once again. "Oh yeah?"

Y/n nods. "I wanted so desperately to take him away from the person who did that to him. And I, we, almost did. We were going to escape together but...he died." Dabi did not say a word, he just let her talk. "He never talked much about himself, when it came to his personal health. It could have been his quirk, turning on his body...or, it could have been that man..." An angered growl escaped her as she spoke of 'that man'. Dabi's eyes trailed down to glance at her. 

"It's probably not true, but the way he would speak about him and what that man did to him and his family...I can't help but think he was responsible for what happened. I didn't even get to say goodbye..." She sniffled. "Whenever I see it, your scars, it reminds me of how careless I was. I let him get hurt, so...whatever you need, if you're in pain, tell me...please?" She begged, hiding her face in his chest. 

Dabi took another puff before putting the cigarette out, and placing his hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "I won't need to. I feel no kind of pain, my body is pretty much dead anyway. It's not like it can get worse." 

It hurt her to hear those words then. She was already too late to help him, but still she figured she could do something. Yet in the end, there wasn't much she could do at all. "I hope you know what you're doing, you jerk..."