His, and His Only

14

Hours have passed since he left to check on his family and factory. I muted the TV when he left and made myself a snack while trying to keep my mind busy. I couldn't even focus on working on my dress, or even reading a book to calm my thoughts like I usually do, I just paced around the apartment, after making the snack that sat on the counter, collecting dust.

I know he said not to wait up for him, but I can't help it. My mind is racing with horrid possibilities that the love of my life might not come back.

Love of my life...

I never thought that I could see anyone that way... I was always so frightened of trusting again, loving again, being around people that I isolated myself in a brand new city just to not be around anyone so I couldn't cause anymore harm.

I thought all I could ever experience was pain and loneliness for the rest of my life, as if I deserved it. I don't deserve that, Dabi doesn't deserve that, no one does. He taught me that love exists, whether he intended to or not.

I bit my lip as I poured a glass of wine to try and calm myself down a bit, taking a sip and sighing. Suddenly there was a hard knock on my door and as I turned my body to go to the door, I froze.

Dabi has a key... there's no way he would be knocking right now.

I gently walked across the wood flooring and went to the TV which was still live broadcasting the attack on his factory. The flames were singed out, smoke coming from the sides and the rooftop still. Ambulances and cop cars all over the parking lot, EMT attending to people, some were covered in bandages, others you could see before the bandages being laid, covered in scorch marks from the fire.

I could see Dabi moving from one person to the next, hugging them all and comforting them, one by one. I don't understand how his quirk can change who he really is. His quirk is nothing compared to his soul which reaps of beauty and true love. I understand people don't see his sweet side often but maybe people won't be as terrified of him if they're watching this. Seeing that he truly cares.

The sight ran chills down my spine, seeing them burnt, bloody, and bruised. I could feel myself tearing up... They're all such kind people, they don't deserve to be going through this no matter what issues that bratty politician may have with Dabi.

Another knock, causing me to glare at the door, tearing me from my thoughts. "Hello?" An irked voice rang.

Dabi is still at his factory, it's clear as day on the TV... plus that's not his voice. I recognize his voice any day. I need to be careful with who may be at the door. If it's who I think it might be, I can't pretend I'm not home, you can see the lights on from the window outside. If I turn them off, they'll know I'm definitely home.

Another knock, harder this time, "I know you're in there doll face," the voice said slyly, scratching whatever down the door, it sounded like metal.

A crowbar? A knife? Not a knife, it sounds too heavy to be a knife... A baseball bat?

Wait... "doll face," there's only one person who's called me that recently. Of course while Dabi is away, tending to his family and his factory, that shit bird shows up...

I jumped, startled from a loud smack against the door, "if you don't open this, I'll break the door down sweetheart, I'm sure you're aware I can pay for whatever damages are caused."