"What kind of idiot just leaves his house with literally everything but his damn phone?"
"Correction, I brought my phone, just brought the wrong one."
You sigh as you once again stop at another red light, two cars sitting ahead of you and destination still a long way to go. "Can't you just pay me in cash?"
"I already told you, I don't have enough." Simon nears his face to mock you in an attempt to prove his point, an annoyed look on yours as you shoved him away with all five fingers in a grip that felt too personal. "Oh my God and you're broke too."
"What do you mean too? The hell other issues do you have with me?"
"Your cologne you idiot it smells like shit and you're stinking up my car."
"Then why not open the windows, little miss complains-a-lot?"
"Ew no then it'd just smell like urine too." The man scoffs out a laugh as you eventually got to moving again, the rest of the ride back home definitely a lot more peaceful with the two of you finally deciding to shut up. It was hard work, but with dedication and teamwork it managed to happen, you were so proud.
"We're here." You pull up to park right across the diner, the only available spot that you were honestly surprised to even find being one of four for the bookstore. You tried not to make any snide comments about how not a single one of the parked cars—yourself included—were even customers of the place, some part of you feeling bad and even contemplating the possibility of getting a book just for the sake of getting one.
"A'right, let's go." Simon unbuckles his seatbelt and almost bumps his head on the way out—which was a surprise because he was short and your car wasn't that small—already halfway through crossing the street before you could even follow suit.
"Wait up, jerk!" You call out with not much malicious intent, your car beeping from behind you as you locked it and pocketed the keys.
"Move faster, dumbass." He swings open the small, rusting metal gate before jogging up the stairs like a kid afraid of the dark, you not having even a moment to breathe as once again you were left having to chase after him. Which wasn't so bad, the stairs weren't that much, but they were quite narrow and smelled. . .almost like wet laundry that never seemed to dry properly, you couldn't describe it.
There were three doors at the top, one that went forward with a bathroom sign—which you doubted anyone ever used—and two others that remained unmarked. Simon goes to the right, this side of the building being right above the diner.
There were many doors that lined this hallway on the left now, following your friend until you reached somewhere near the end.
"You look so fucking out of place." You never even realized how quiet the place was until Simon spoke with a hushed tone, fumbling to get the door open as he tried various keys. You snort, a little too loudly, but nobody else was here so you didn't really care that much, "Tends to happen when you end up following people to a second location."
"Calling me a kidnapper, how charming of you."
"Thanks, you aren't exactly the first to point that out."
In the silence that followed after a hearty scoff of his you found yourself looking around, the small barely lit hallway surprisingly not looking all that bad. From seeing the stairs that led up this place and the gate that honestly didn't do it any justice this hallway exceeded far beyond your original expectations, which upon retrospect shouldn't be so surprising.
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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?
