"Now hurry up! I'll meet you halfway." Simon pockets his phone quickly enough, shoulder still staying on it's spot keeping the door pried open.
"Close it, idiot, you're gonna freeze us all." Came the absolutely delightful voice of the teenager who once again skipped club, still in his uniform as he leans on the back of the nearest booth. He glared at him, hazel eyes sharp even underneath the thick rimmed glasses he had sliding down his tall nose. "Shouldn't you be washing the dishes, Flint?"
"Shouldn't you be cooking, Collins?"
"I'm going to kick both of your asses!" A new, heavily freckled face came into view as she laughs out loud, arms swinging around both of the boys as she tugs them to the kitchen. "I wouldn't, but Nylah told me to say that!"
"Thanks, Comet, but I have to go. Miss Mona Lisa's scared off her ass in an alley right now," Simon pulls himself out of her hold and stumbles away, the three of them met with the sounds of heavy life in the kitchen. He heads for the backdoor, so close to the alley and so close to finishing what he was supposed to do. But before he even could, in his hands were two pots barely stacked together, his voice stuck in his throat as he was already thrusted into the heart of the kitchen.
"Get cooking, idiot!" A voice he couldn't name called out, and before he knew it he already had ingredients in his hands and a burning stove in front of him.
"Goddammit."
• • •
"This is fine, this is real life, that stuff won't happen again. . ." You tried to reason with yourself the best you could, a noticeable tremble in your legs as each excruciating step took you deeper and deeper into the alley. The snow had somehow ended just on the edge of the building that formed it, an almost comically perfect line that showed where the snow ended. It was weird, really, especially because you were in between buildings and not under one.
. . .you were trying to distract yourself, it's fine, the walk wasn't that long—hell, you could already see it!—but it was no secret that you needed some sort of distraction either way.
They alley wasn't entirely dark, the cliché light at the end of the tunnel meeting your view enough to settle some of your nerves. It led to the complete opposite side of the block, while somewhere between the distance from here to there was a bend to the right.
That right bend would lead right to the eatery's alley, and if you hurried you might be able to catch Comet throwing out the trash (someone else could've done it, but the girl did cheerleading as a base and was annoyingly strong at age seventeen).
But no matter how close it was, it was still a distance you had to walk through.
All around you were the sounds of pipes and electronic life in the buildings that felt like they were mere moments away from closing in on you, trash bins and the light of your phone being your only company.
"Don't be crazy, Y/N, you're fine. . ." You mumble, your mind making up images of this being a repeat of last night. The male stranger, the blonde psycho—your imagination was annoyingly running rampant as you pictured them somehow putting aside their differences just to work together to capture you or worse, the true meaning of a nightmare as you trembled quietly.
Something clattered in the distance, panic once again rising as every alarm in your brain told you to run.
It was followed by a scuffle, then a squeak, and a rat simply ran by.
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𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ
Fanfiction// 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?
