||-Running Waters-||{{~Dabi x Liz~}} *Abandoned*

//~[Chapter 15; I Hate You]~\\

I was right. Now I had bruises and bite marks running along my neck and finger prints making my thighs red from his grip on me; no, we didn't have sex. I managed to get him off me when my phone went off like crazy. Mina had texted me about something that happened in her hero course
I didn't read too much of it as I was too busy assessing the bruises on my neck; mom and I didn't wear much makeup, maybe just the occasional eyeshadow, lipstick and mascara.
Plus I was going back to school tomorrow and had no way of covering this up.
"Fucking hell Dabi" I muttered out lightly touching the bite marks that had indented my neck then looked down at my thighs, red thumb prints were at the back of my thighs while his fingers were at the front. Before long I was back into the comfort of Dabi's heat, he seemed to have lost his appetite and was watching TV while I scrolled through my messages Mina had sent; honestly I couldn't care less about the drama that was happening with her class. Simply put: Bakugou was being an ass like always. Mydoryia broke his bones, and everyone did their own thing while Aizawa yelled at the two.
"The hell? This can't be right" I didn't even realize I had spoken out loud until Dabi moved his hand from one thigh to the other
"In love? Why would I be in love? Mina's going off topic now- annndd she brought up Bakugou and I's fight okay" Turning off my phone I toss it too the side deciding to read the rest later. Cuddling closer to Dabi my eyes settle on the TV as people chatted and fought about something stupid. "Hey Dabi-" His attention was brought down to me who's eyes never left the TV "Why'd you pick me? Surely you have a girlfriend or something. Plus I'm a bit young aren't I? Why not mom?" I asked dragging my face to stare at Dabi's.
He shrugs as if uncertain "Don't know. There's just something about you that just makes me want you more, as for having a girlfriend. I'm as single as they get. Not everyone likes someone as scared and mentally damaged as I am, and your mom isn't my type" Staring back at the screen I let out a sigh.
"You're definitely mentally and physically damaged but that doesn't make you an immediate bad person. My friends would know what I mean, they aren't physically damaged but are definitely mentally scared. You on the other hand are mentally scared because of something you can't let go of, you're hurting and want out from that void but you can't bring yourself to let go and move on. You feel stuck" I paused for air before continuing
"Being mentally scared is like beating at a mountain. No matter how many times you think you're going to break through there's another layer beneath it. And the more you remember the bad things that happened the deeper you sink into that overwhelming darkness, consuming your mind with the screams and fear of those memories until you're practically living in it" Again I paused only this time looking up to a Dabi who seemed lost in thought.
"You're afraid to let go because if you do, you're afraid of loosing all those good memories too" The grip on my thigh tightens and his eyes meet mine, for a short second I saw something. That pain hidden so deep in his mind finally peaked through, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared within seconds "You don't know anything about me so what the hell would you know?" His emotions switched to anger; pushing himself away from the truth- and me.
"I don't have to know you from childhood, I can see the pain you're hiding from both me, yourself and others. It doesn't take a lot to see someone's pain" The anger still painted on his face and eyes made it harder to read his thoughts. "Oh yeah like you're an expert in pain, what the hell do you know about it?" Dabi growled, his mind wandering to what Liz's mother had told him during the sports festival. I stayed silent not knowing what to say to him.
I went through trauma as a kid. Dad pressuring me to become a hero like my sisters, calling me names.
That was all because I didn't want to be one. He called me selfish and greedy knowing it'd mess with my mind, driving me crazy till I'd finally break
"I know that it hurts, and that it can slowly drive someone mad if they dwell on it long enough" With that I looked back up at Dabi with soft loving eyes watching as his angry illusion slowly changed to grief and love, the same kind I'd see in those romance movies. "You don't have to talk about it; only when you're ready too. And until then try letting someone know how you're feeling" With that I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek
he too seemed caught off guard by the action and was just intently staring into my yellow eyes.

Our heads slowly getting closer to one anothers.
His breath hot against my nose, mine and Dabi's eyes close as our lips met the sensation and passion only growing till I found myself beneath him, my arms pinned to either side by his hands, his legs trapping mine onto the couch while he worked on my neck where my father's emblem was cursed onto
"Dabi" I sighed breathlessly feeling his hand release my left and travel under my hoodie and shirt where his hand rested on my waist pulling me closer to him, he hums into my neck continuing to work on my neck "Let's, let's take this upstairs" It took a few seconds but he finally got off and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist while my arms hooked around his neck for support; with each step Dabi went from sucking to biting to open mouth kisses occasionally whispering sweet nothings into my ear before passionately kissing my lips slipping his tongue into my mouth battling mine for dominance. He won; once we reached my room I was quite literally thrown onto the bed. Dabi crawling on top