This whole plan was doomed from the beginning. I watched Big Sis be disintegrated in front of me. I wanted to kill Overhaul then and there. Then being forced to work with the asshat angered me to hell and back. Dabi didn't like the dude either, expressing his distaste whenever we were at home alone. My sister was at school all day under a fake name, I'd get her while I was in a wig and colored contacts so I looked a little different.
Anywho, now I stood in the back of a truck, hijacking Overhauls police transport. Dabi's beautiful blue flames erupted next to me, covering the car. Sadly, however, a hero of sand blocks his attack. My job was only protection, I had all of them marked in case something goes horribly wrong I could encase them in the deadly shield. Shigaraki jumps from the truck to the sand hero, while compress throws an orb moments later. The orb explodes open revealing a giant boulder crushing the car. Dabi and Compress leave the truck as well assist with the Overhaul. They easily take out the hero as Shig strolls up to Overhaul. I hold back a laugh as Compress removed one of his arms as payback. Shigaraki does his whole spiel and takes his other. I was a bit away and couldn't really hear anything major, just him basically rubbing it in. Spinner calls out saying that we have to head out and I agree to hold the doors open. Overhaul's scream fills the air as they join me in the truck.
I listen to the sound of sirens leaning against the cold metal of the truck. "I still think we should've killed'em," I say aloud, clenching my right hand to try to ignore the slight pain.
"He'll live quirkless, not being able to achieve any of his stupid goals." Shigaraki spits, glaring at the wall in front of him.
I only hum in response, glancing down at my arm and feeling the inflamed, damaged nerves that were starting to act up again. It had been weeks since my last flare-up and I started to forget the sensation. That foreign choking feeling started to itch in my throat. I barely stifle the cough that sat at the top of my throat making me uncomfortably swallow to try and dissuade the urge. I felt a slight tap on my arm, pulling my attention away from the buzzing of my skin. I look at the side of Dabi's face, his face remained indifferent as if he paid nothing any mind. Even being in this group for so long he held this cold and distant demeanor, however, I knew better... I knew he did care about things quite a bit. I lean my head back and close my eyes to calm my overactive nerves.
After the longest drive of my life, the van stopped at our hide out. We all slowly unload and Shig starts to rant and rave about everything. Not without praising his own performance. I leaned over and kicked a crate open revealing my stash of booze. I lean down and snatch a bottle out, completely ignore the assholes rant. I look over and watch as everyone does their own thing, mostly talking to the others. I tilt the bottle back and listen to the satisfying glug of the liquid leave the bottle and down my throat. Warmth fills my senses, drowning out the pain of my arm. As I bask in the warmth and euphoria of the toxic concoction filling my stomach, Toga appears in front of me causing me to cough slightly. "Hey (Y/N)! How about we go out tonight just us! You know gotta girl bond." Her emotions shinning brightly in her eyes.
I, however, was freezing. It's not that I don't like Toga, she's fine. But her personality was so intense sometimes. "Fine. How about I meet you down town at like 8?" I grumble out trying to be nice to the teenager.
"WOOO!" She cheers and bounces slightly, a few people glancing over. Toga quick runs over to Twice a smile plastered on her face.
Dabi and I leave the hideout neither saying a word. I was pleasantly buzzed, my flare-up seemed to subside making me breathe a breath of relief. Slowly, we walked down alley after alley. Avoiding the streets as much as possible. I tap the glass bottle in my hand as I glance over at him. He held the same stoic face I'd grown used too, but his eyes held the key to his true emotions. He turns to me and ghosts a smile on his lips. I stop moving and gently grab his coat sleeve, his eyes holding confusion as he looks down at me. "Dabi... I've been avoiding something..." I don't know why I was confessing this now but for some reason I felt confident... perhaps it's the booze.
"What is it?" His voice was a low grumble, clearly nervous for my confession.
I bite my lip feeling the urge to cough bubble up from my stomach. "My quirk is acting... strange." I mumble out glancing to the side.
The tension in his shoulder subside as he relaxes some. "What's up with it?" He moves his body closer to my own, bring a hand to my face guiding my face to his own.
"I'm starting to think my quirk is the reason my scar is... you know..." I train off a bit, "and I've been holding back these coughs that are just toxic gas. It's like my body is attacking itself. Normally, I have full control and can deactivate it whenever I want but... I'm scared it won't turn off one day." I quickly ramble out laying all my worries on the table, my injured, numb hand grabs his jacket a little tighter.
"What do you mean, your 'body is attacking itself'?" He quickly asks grabbing my badly damaged arm, the tension in his knuckles made it clear he was squeezing hard.
"I-I'm not immune to my quirk fully, I can easily choke on my quirk. The gas leaves my mouth and during that time it's hard to take breaths. Sometimes, if I'm producing to much my airways are fully blocked. That's why when I was training to be a hero I'd wear a mask to minimize the gas flow or to fully stop it. No gas, no risk of death to the person inside my force field." I answer, my voice wavering here and there.
"So you need that mask back." He says lessening his grip slightly.
"N-No!" I shake my head quickly, memories of that mask flooding my brain. "It hurt like hell. It was like something was constantly stabbing my throat, whatever organ in my throat that produces this toxic mist is sensitive as fuck. That torture device literally forces it closed. Then I'd have to eventually released all that build-up... that's how I learned about the not breathing thing." I sigh, leaning against his chest.
He hums and stays silent for a long moment, his hands finding my hair.
"We'll figure it out. Let's get home now though."
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfic(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
