I stood next to Dabi taking in the small room, it was nothing special. The walls were white, the chairs mediocre, the table old. A clock ticked on the far wall being the only sound filling the room. "Please don't hesitate, sit." The man repeated gesturing to the few seats still open. I internally take a deep breath and adjust my mask, trying to get into the zone. 'Show no fear.' I think and watch Dabi pull a seat out, but stayed pretty distant from the table. I semi-copy his actions, being closer to the table than him.
I listen to the door open behind us, I refrain from looking back not wishing to look unsettled or anxious. "Sorry for the wait, I had some business to take care of." His voice was confident and unnerving, a dark presence came with his demeanor. He stepped in our line of view, a bloody rag rubbing against his palms. When my eyes met the side of his face I froze, a wash of panic bubbled up quickly. Once I saw those striking yellow eyes, I was quickly brought back to the park. His curly brown hair falls over half his face. His outfit was nice, semi-formal. Nice white button-up, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the front slightly unbuttoned. "Now, I believe we have... business as well. You want information on UA, is that correct?" He sits across from us, the other men and women stood around him.
"Ya," Dabi answered coldly, sitting up a bit.
"Good, everything is in this folder." With a snap of his fingers an envelope his placed in front of us by a woman. I reach out taking the vanilla envelope off the table.
"Thank you," I speak with confidence and not shying away from eye contact. Dabi stood abruptly, the chair scratching the floor.
"Let's get the fuck out of here then." He stood turned away, eyes on the exit.
"No, no, stay... enjoy the entertainment." The man smiled and leaning on his interlocking fingers. "We have a big fighting ring open tonight, murder aloud of course. Plus, free booze." He smirks at me, ignoring Dabi behind me.
"Come on." Dabi reaffirms, and I sigh standing up giving a head nod.
We walk outside of the room, the smell long forgotten by the idea of free drinks. "Hey, Dabi—"
"No." He walks towards the exit.
"You don't even know what I was—" I was once again cut off by him stopping and turning to me.
"You want alcohol, I haven't known you long but I know you're a drunk. I don't want to drag you back." He sighs out, grabbing the envelope from my grasp.
"But I don't always get drunk. Just a few, enough to get buzzed."
The next thing I knew we were in a large room with tables heading downwards, at the bottom of the platforms was a semi-large fighting ring, a cage from the ceiling to the floor. The place was pretty crowded, all sorts of people fill the tables, people cheered loudly as a man in the cage hit the floor in a bloody mess. The other man smiling wide over the beaten corpse. We take a seat towards the middle row, watching them remove the dead man from the ring. These mixed emotions of discomfort and vigor fill me. I settle in the seat, my eyes finally leaving the cage. A woman walks over, a small smile spreads across her lips. "May I get you something to drink?"
"Rum Old-fashioned," Dabi says without hesitation, his tone somber and unfazed.
"Umm... Moscow Mule, please." I smile at the woman, and she writes them down and walks off.
...Dabi's POV...
...Mini Timeskip...
I knew this was a bad idea, she sat across from me a smile plastered on her face. Many drinks sat empty around our table, only about 5 of them mine. While the others were hers, at some point I'd lost track and didn't stop her when I should have.
"DABI, how about I fight someone?" Her voice was slurring and very excited.
"That's an awful idea, you'll get yourself killed." I roll my eyes, tipping a bottle back.
"How!? I'm an ex-UA student and a successful villain, I can survive." She tries to reassure, smashing a champagne glass in her hand, cutting her palm open.
"Go get yourself killed if you want, it's not like I really care." I wave her off, leaning back in the seat and looking back at the ring.
I watch as people attack and beat each other, with their quirks lighting up the stage. I now sat alone, mindlessly studying the people around me. Then my attention is peaked by a person just in earshot, but I didn't show my interest. "Wasn't that the wanted UA student?"
"I think, what the fuck is an ex-good guy doing here? I mean I'm sure she's still fucking weak." Another voice laughed.
"Right! I mean I heard she has a pretty shit quirk."
The conversation grew dry just reciting rumors to one another. Suddenly my full attention was pulled back to the cage as the announcer spoke. "Let's get ready for the next round! We have a newcomer to the ring! (Villain/Name)!" I watched (Y/N) walk into the ring, once again, she didn't seem drunk. She was completely composed and certain darkness followed her. She happily waved at the crowd, her smile growing wide. The jacket she was wearing was now gone, and she seemed to abandon her shoes. "And a returning face, Chiba Yumi!" A thinner woman walks out, with a wide smile on her face. She oozed confidence, her dark skin all ready beading with some sweat. Her ebony hair pulled into a high ponytail atop her head.
"Hello, Everyone!" She chimed and people cheered for her, the energy in the room somehow increasing.
"Everyone place your bets! The newbie or the vet!" He yelled as he gestured to each of them. I watched as most people vet the safe option only a few betting on (Y/N) hoping it to be their lucky break to take home a big pot.
After a few moments and the bets calmed down, The announcer began to count down. "3... 2... 1..." He paused for a moment and raised his arms high, "FIGHT!" with a snap of his fingers he was out of the ring, and the fight commenced.
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfic(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...
