"You think Freddie's done by now?" You ask as you two finish up your own bowls, a small burp on your part before you mumbled an apology and drank water.
Eating was. . .definitely uneventful.
It was no doubt that the circumstances of the two of you ever meeting wasn't ideal, so it wasn't much of a surprise to figure out that you two had almost nothing to talk about. He had his attempts, and you had yours at trying to answer. But alas no meaningful conversations had been made that evening, and you two exited that place with full stomachs, a bag full of noodles in your hands and a sort of noise barrier that stood in static between the two of you.
You passed by a brightly lit shop, catching him tilting his head to glance at a clock inside through the widely revealing glass, "Been thirty minutes, give or take, I wouldn't doubt it."
"Right."
And just like that no more was spoken once again.
You didn't really know who to blame in this case, his seemingly charming—to some extent—and flirty demeanor diminishing the moment you both sat at that table. Did something happen? Was he upset? Or was all that flirting an act, and this was somehow his true nature?
. . .and why were you overanalyzing it?
"You ever been to this part of the city?" Ah, just what you needed, another attempt at a conversation that would inevitably lead to nowhere.
"No." You answer, brief and with not much thought put into it, continuing on with walking as you see distinct black doors that stood out against brightly lit lamps atop them. And if you squinted enough you could see the slight glint of gold that displayed her apartment number. Not the number itself of course, it was too far away and you'd be lying if you ever said your vision was that good.
"Why do you. . .Dabi?" Your sentence trails off as you take a quick look around right as you were about to cross a pedestrian lane, a quick and short-lived three-sixty as you try and spot a familiar face among dozens of others.
You were almost overwhelmed and drowned in the amount of people there actually were around you, now that you weren't so distracted, you were able to see how little space you had in terms of movement. And it would've gotten worse too, had you not felt something grab your hand.
. . .who am I kidding, of course it made it worse.
But before you could even scream about it your eyes snap up almost on instinct, somehow this being the first time you were glad to see bright blue eyes—that you could've sworn fucking glowed right now in the darkness of this particular block corner!!—before they flicked off to look somewhere else just as quickly.
Slowly but surely you felt yourself being tugged away from the crowd, a sort of path cleared for the two of you as you weaved through person after person. The only thing you got out of it was the warmth there was surrounded by a shit ton of clothes, normally finding this disgusting but with you living life feeling like you're constantly on the brink of an ice age you took any chance of warmth you could get.
You honestly didn't know where he was leading you, and for all you knew he very well might've been leading you straight to your death. You didn't have time to ask although, that thing's for certain—one look up and seeing him not spare so much as a glance over his shoulder.
. . .not that you wanted him to though, that'd be weird pfft.
"Where are we going?" Your voice was quiet as you two finally emerged from the seemingly never ending onslaught of people, not expecting an answer as curt as the one he responded with, "Somewhere."
YOU ARE READING
𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ
ספרות חובבים// 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?
