"Took 'ya long enough," The amused face of Dabi wasn't the warm greeting—and trust me, with this weather you'll be needing literally anything warm that you can get—you were expecting upon arriving at the written address, boredom written all over yours as you huffed. Your face was numb, your fingers were numb, your entire body was cold, your knees hurt from running, your lungs felt like collapsing—you just weren't having the best evening right now.
You tell him nothing, hand going to adjust the scarf that adorned your neck. This time you were smart enough to bring one, and you definitely didn't pass up a chance at using it 'lest you wanted to enter heaven through a fridge.
"Cold shoulder, huh?" He had the gall to chuckle as he hits you lightly with his arm, hand tucked deep into his pockets searching for who knows what while you stood there in silence. While busy ignoring him you occupied yourself with looking around, the door in front of you being the most noticeable.
Standing out from the red bricks of the building was a large black door, mirroring all the others that lined this particular apartment. You were on the busy sidewalks trying hard not to get trampled, sounds of crunching snow the only thing that reminded you not to zone out too much.
It had about three steps leading down to it, rusted railings lining the lower platform from the level you were currently standing on. In Freddie's apartment—assuming that this was hers—there was a curtained window beside the door to your left, a small trash bin—and about like fifty empty coffee packs peeking out from the lazily put garbage bag—on the opposite side. "Should we knock?"
. . .
You didn't know why you spoke, you were supposed to be ignoring him.
"Sure, beats standing out here doing nothing." If he had a smartass comment about that fact he sure as hell didn't voice it, his gloved right hand gesturing to it like a gentleman would for a princess, although instead of being moderately dressed he looked like a homeless person with combat boots and his stance all wrong, "After you."
You decided not to argue further and lightly pushed on the small gate that was just as rusted. It creaked and barely swung inwards properly, the noise cutting through even the most New York-est of New York noises. It made you visibly flinch, and your current companion snort.
With a new thing to huff about you descended the steps—thankfully not slipping or else that really would've made this whole 'angry' thing look embarrassing—the silver number four crudely planted on the black-painted wood. Dabi was quick to follow behind you with not much to say, going right ahead and knocking on the door for you.
You didn't say anything, but with the fucker standing right behind you and his arm going over your shoulder it sure as hell was suspicious for you to be feeling. . .something. Hell, his breathing was enough to make his chest touch your shoulder, and maybe that was what triggered you. Who knows, maybe the presence of a male in this close of a proximity was just apparently enough to make your brain go haywire. Ye gods woman you're like twenty, stop acting like a teenager!
"Freddie, you home?" You decided to do the liberty of talking for the both of you, calling out quietly as the man retracted his arm.
There was just about a few minutes of silence—enough for you to notice that her door had a lot of scratches on it. From what? You did not want to know—before there was thumping, sounds of footsteps and a muffled voice calling back out. Either she was speaking simlish or you're just deaf.
"Give me a sec," You only now noticed the small peephole, the instinct to wave at it enough to actually make you do it. You didn't see it, but Dabi raised a brow as you raised your hand, an amused smirk creeping onto his face.
YOU ARE READING
𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ
Fiksi Penggemar// 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?
