Disdain [Dabi x Reader]

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The vicious criminal foraged around the crisped mountain, eyeing the ashy trees and the smoke that emitted from within them. The sides of their lips slowly curved upwards, hidden by the mask they wore. They quelled the urge to irrupt in loud cackles. What beautiful scenery! How nice it felt to relish in the sensation of the troublesome aftermath! The urge to sing and dance around the graveyard of ashes was too grave.

Once (Y/n) had searched the whole area for the culprit, they came back with nothing but a handful of ashes in their clutch. For memory. they convinced themself. There was clear disdain in their eyes whilst they strolled down the mountain, passing by the other volunteers and fire-fighters with a slight bow.

right down the mountain, straight ahead, was a small wooden cottage sitting alone. There was nothing eye-catching about the small abode. The luscious, green trees surrounding it made the place seem a lot less suffocating. fortunately enough, the high flames hadn't reached this part of the forest. That was their home.

(Y/n) halted in their tracks upon catching something unfamiliar from the corner of their eyes. Curiously, they peered down at the grassy floor, their eyes widening ever so slightly. A blood trail? Steaming blood? They tilted their head to the side. That's surprising. Not many people pass through this area... on second thought, no one passes through this part of the forest. Their (e/c) pupils brightened as they thought back to the incident.

Was this it? Was this the arsoner?

They followed the trail hurriedly. It took them about 5 minutes to find the blood-oozing person. Their enthusiastic grin slowly faded, replaced with a blank expression.

A boy? An extremely wounded, nude boy? The twitching pale-haired child was curled on himself, his body charred and distorted. (Y/n) leaned forward, attempting to get a glimpse of his blackened face, and they did. His mouth was wide open, crisped blood clots surrounded his lower jaw, partially because half his lower jaw was literally gone. His eyes were pure white, his pupils rolled back into his head. Smoke danced above him, levitating up into the already polluted sky. (Y/n) wrinkled their nose at the smell of burning flesh.

"Hhhh... Hhgg..." The distorted figure let out incoherent words.

'this is the one who brought doom to the mountain?'

(Y/n) stared down, dumbfounded. They had expected something greater than that, such as a built, large figure. They shrugged.

Even if he wasn't the one who created the mesmerizing mess, they were willing to help the injured child.

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They poured the ashes into a large glass container, which looked more like a tip jar. The ash only filled the far bottom of the jar, it felt inconvenient to use such a large container for a small amount of matter. They popped the lid back on and placed it on the shelf.

It has been about 2 weeks after the Sekoto mountain incident, as well as the burned child's arrival. Throughout the 14 days, (Y/n) ran back and forth, looking for equipment to treat his injuries, and looking for some way of replacing the boy's missing body parts.

They themselves didn't understand why they were going to such lengths, like rummaging through the black market for body parts of deceased people, for a mere boy they didn't even know the name of, but something in them told them it was necessary.

An exhale of exhaustion passed their lips. what a long day. They glanced at the roll of metal wire, next to it a long, curved needle, one you would see in medical TV shows. The dry blood covered the desk, floor, mattresses.

'guess I can't take a break today...'

"W-hh-hat...." A weak, hoarse murmur sounded from behind them. (Y/n) paused for a moment, then turned around, staring at the puzzled and fragile boy. They took the time to admire his new look, sew marks lining his jaw, some areas wrapped with tight bandages. The child attempted to lift his head, but winced and retreated back onto his pillow. His eyes managed to catch a glimpse of a blood transfusion bag sitting on a metal pol, attaching to his arm with a long tube. He started to wonder if he was in a hospital.

"You shouldn't move, you know. It's a miracle you're even alive." They advised, turning around to put the equipment back in their cabinet. The boy's pupils trailed heavily to look at the person, but even that was an agonizing task. The furious stinging across his body racked his head, he felt as if he was being burned alive. His throat was dry, his lips were chapped and peeling. He wanted to grip on the mattress to distract himself from the pain but he knew even that would send a throbbing ache through his figure. Saying that he was in pain was an understatement.

(Y/n) walked towards the helpless child. They knelt down at his bedside and lent a comforting smile.

"Say, what's your name, little one?" They placed their arm on the bed, laying their chin on it. The blue-eyed kid stared at them, his chest rising up and down as he struggled to get air through his windpipe. He parted his dehydrated lips to speak.

"Tou... ya"