Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 28

Y/N's POV

A ceiling I didn't recognize greeted my vision. My body was heavy once again like it was...this morning? I don't even know what time it was or if it was the next day. I took in a deep breath and stretched my body. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn't.

"How'd you sleep?"

I jumped at the sudden voice and looked over to my left. I saw Dabi sitting next to me, on his laptop. I turned on my side and looked up at him. He looked down at me and put his hand on my head. I wanted to smile up at him, but I couldn't. I was still relaxed from the Xanax.

"I slept okay," I said. "What time is it?"

"It's almost three in the afternoon," Dabi said, scratching my head gently.

I was about to ask why I'm here, but that's a stupid question. I knew exactly why. Dabi had to take care of me once again. He kept me out of trouble whenever I got high or drunk. He always made sure I was okay. It was nice, but I know he's going to get sick of it soon.

"You could have gotten caught this morning by the professor," Dabi said.

"But I didn't. That's all that matters," I murmured.

"That's not the point, doll face. If you got caught, you could have been kicked out of college or turned into the police."

I was still a little high for this conversation. I didn't need another lecture from Dabi. From anyone for that matter. I glared up at him and his stoic face didn't change. He was back to being distant from me. Or was I being distant from him?

There's a weird tug-of-war happening between us about whether one of us should be distant. He has no reason to be like that towards me. If anything, I should be like that if he's going to give me another fucking lecture.

"Don't glare at me. I didn't do anything wrong," He coldly said.

"You're lecturing me again and I'm sick of it," I said.

"If you're sick of it then stop doing this shit. I'm tired of giving you lectures on how it's not good for you to get high. I don't need you dying on me again."

"It's not like you fucking care!" I sat up. "We're just fuck buddies so you shouldn't give a damn about me!"

"Turn your voice down. I don't need the others in the house hearing us."

I didn't turn my voice down. "Just stop telling me what to fucking do with my life! If I want to do this then let me! Who gives a flying fuck if it kills me?!"

"I do!" Dabi snapped.

"Why?! You only show you give a damn when I'm high, but it weighs on you to do that!"

"And how would you know that? You don't know me or my feelings towards you! So shut up and lay down!" Dabi pointed at the pillow.

"You're right. I don't know anything about you, so tell me. Tell me you're feelings," I said, crossing my arms.

Dabi went quiet. His eyes were shifting over my face and body language. I hate people that couldn't communicate their feelings or thoughts normally. It was a waste of time and I was ready to shove my hand down his throat to get the words out. 

I don't know what was going on in my brain. This moment was kind of blanking out. My mind wasn't there. I was spewing out my thoughts and feelings while not remembering half of the argument. My mind was fuzzy from the drug leaving my system and how I woke up not even five minutes ago.

"I consider you a friend, Y/N. You are someone I care about. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have gone out of my way to take you home every single time you got high. I wouldn't have taken you to the hospital Halloween night. I wouldn't have been there for your detox or your appointment. These things should have been obvious that you mean something to me," Dabi said, disappointment lingering in his tone.