I stared at myself in the mirror, my hair was a brilliant (Hair dye color) and was styled perfectly. A few piercings sat on my face (and anywhere else you want). The thoughts of middle school fill my mind, this sense of freedom and fun returning to my body. I stood unmoving, the world silent around me. I'm suddenly jolted from my deep thoughts from Dabi grabbing my shoulder. "Are you done gawking?" His voice was deep and barely above a whisper. I look at him through the mirror, something about the way he stood over me staring down into my eyes made me pause. After a few seconds I nod to him, he grunts a little and walks out of the room. Pulling my head from the slight spinning that had started suddenly. I follow after him, my eyes stayed glued to the pavement. "Where do you have this money stored?" He asked walking slightly in front of me.
I clear my throat and began to speak, "I few banks around town, I'll just withdraw a few of them." I picked up my steps now perfectly in line with his. "Hey, Da-"
"(Y/N)!" I was jolted back a little as an arm wraps around my shoulders. I froze my body unresponsive to me. "Didn't you get my text, babe?~" His tone was my weighted and threatening. Before I could respond Dabi speaks up grabbing my damaged arm pulling me towards him.
...Dabi's POV...
I walked beside her, my eyes staring ahead of me. Then she began a sentence as if to ask me a question. "Hey, Da-" I see from the corner of my eye her form move back quickly, I turn expecting she may have fallen but another man's voice takes me by surprise. This sense of unease and anger wash over me as he speaks her name. His tone was conniving and off-putting. Studying her body language for a moment I could clearly tell she was afraid of this man to some extent. I grab her arm yanking her from his grasp, she looked confused but grateful. "Fuck off, bitch boy." I spat out, sadly no good insults were surfacing. He smirks staring directly at me, this mocking aura covering him.
"Wow, so scary... who are you? You her new fling or some shit?" His voice was thick with venom and malice.
Before I could respond I felt her hand place over my eyes, her hands slightly shaking.
"Leave. Stop stalking me. Just move on." She said her own face hidden behind me. For some reason, she didn't want either of us to look at him, was it to do with his quirk?
"Fine, but don't forget I know things that you'll never know." He finishes, I feel her body shake against my own. I listen to his footsteps disappear far off. She releases my eyes and lets her arms fall, I quickly turn around. Her hands sat covering her face, her chest moved quickly up and down.
"Let's go get the money, pay, and head back." Say softly and she nods slowly, stands up, and begins to walk without a word.
...Timeskip...
...(Y/N)'s POV...
I sat on the bed, my hair damp. Thoughts of that evening filled my mind, I sense of disgust came over me. I laid back, my eyes meeting the slowly spinning fan on the ceiling. I heard the bedroom door open, the creak filling the silence of the room. "Dabi... what did you think he knew?" My voice was soft as the possibilities filled my mind.
"I don't know, probably something stupid. He sighed, I listening to him open his dresser. I roll to my side, looking at his back.
"God, I fucking hate that jackass." I groan, huffing a little.
"Why did you freak out so bad?" I watch him remove his shirt throwing it in a corner.
"He has this bitch ass quirk that basically forces people to love him, he used it against me. Used me." The anger in my voice rising slighting. He hums in response.
He continues to remove clothing, I pause. My mind drifts from my anger to unsavory thoughts. My cheeks grow warm, I couldn't pull my eyes away. "Keep staring at me like that and I'll have you for dinner." His voice was smooth yet chilling. I quickly sat up throwing a pillow at his back.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yell flustered, I quickly get up and walk out of the room. I lightly hit my cheeks pulling my mind from unholy desires. 'Fuck him!' My eyes drift to the kitchen and I walk over pulling out some food I thought would make a good dinner.
As I cooked my head began to throb, I stumble back a little. The food in the pan sizzled loud, the heat triggering the trauma I'd lived through. Thoughts of the fire engulfing me fills my vision. I smell the food begin to burn, I shake my head trying to steady myself. My arm slightly shaking, I lean on the counter tilting my head back. I began to cuss profusely, gripping the counter tightly. I hear Dabi walk in saying something but my mind was too clouded to understand. "...Hey... Okay..." his words broken up and more of a gurgle. He grabs my shoulders and I look at him, my vision was bright but blurry. I grab onto his shoulders, my head leaning against his chest. I couldn't think straight, everything felt awful. My body felt like it was on fire. "D-Dabi... I-it h-hurts..." I stutter out, my breathing increasing. I feel him pick me up and walk me to the room.
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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...
