The thing about snow was that it was annoying. It might be fun in theory, and might even be glorified by people who lived in warmer areas of the globe and don't experience it, but one has to admit that the winter brought some of the worst times of the year. Stuffy noses, added responsibilities shoveling snow, the dawning realization of another year coming to an end, the cold—the list could go on and on. The one thing you hated the most about it, however, was how it restricted your usual form of travel, more specifically; walking. And in some cases, most especially your current one, running.
So as your foot slipped and you tumbled downwards face-first onto the pavement a road across from your apartment complex, you concluded that you officially hated snow.
"Get the fuck away from me!" You squirmed and kicked as much as you can while you struggled to gain balance, hand in an uncomfortable game trying to grasp onto the nearby lamp post while basically blind. Eyes focused on your perpetrator, looming largely over you as a covered face and jet black hair did all in shielding his appearance.
He didn't seem too bothered, feeling yourself land about two kicks before he firmly got ahold of your ankles and yanked you towards him. You screamed even more, the idea of causing a scene a fun one if it meant keeping yourself alive at this very moment.
By now the lamp post was too far away from your reach, legs pinned closely together when his own trapped yours. You felt violated, and rightfully so, because his next step was to put a gloved hand on your mouth and another slamming onto your shoulder to keep you still. You tried to knee him, but that didn't work, so you took a steadying breath and open your mouth as wide as you could.
Filled with anger and armed with nothing but your wits you bit down his hand as harshly as you could, angered and surprised when he didn't even flinch. That was enough to loosen his grip however, as you prayed once again to whoever could hear you, adjusted yourself as quickly and as best as you could to pull your head back, before slamming it directly onto his.
He staggered as his head flew back, the ache that formed on yours a passing one once you saw your opportunity and kicked him off you.
Scrambling up you ran for your apartment, all the while screaming at the top of your lungs for a fire. Fuck if there wasn't one, and fuck your anger for people who wouldn't help if you said anything else—you were being attacked and you needed help.
"FIRE! FI—MMPH!" You were now lifted off the ground and your mouth was clamped shut once again, although this time from behind. An arm was pressed tightly on your stomach as you were pulled away, your squirming seemingly doing nothing to so much as bother him. He just kept going, backwards and backwards until your apartment was nothing but a distant shape and you were thrown into uneasy darkness.
With horrific thoughts in your head running a mile a minute you upped your squirming, and for the first time in this entirely pleasant encounter he shows some sort of emotion,
the bad thing was that it was of anger.
Your back collided with a wall and a gasp, dropping unceremoniously to the floor and sliding uncomfortably down. Your bag cushioned most of the impact, but that didn't stop the pain from spreading to most of your body.
And to your wallet, because you realized your laptop was inside said bag and that it was most certainly broken by now. You didn't know which fact upset you more.
Quickly realizing you still weren't out of the woods you grabbed said bag, hands fumbling quickly and in a panic as your gaze remained in a glare at him. He was walking with steps thumping all the way, and the closer he got the faster your heart rate was picking up and the more labored your breathing got. You wanted to scream and to cry out that your life was on the line here, but like all cliché attacks like these your breath was hitched and your chest felt tight in the worst way possible.
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𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ
Fanfic// dabi x reader fic, au Dabi never questioned where he came from, never asked who he was before all this. And when he finally did start asking questions. . .why was it so hard to get his answers?
