Surrounded By Flames

Savior

It had been a month since I took Dabi in to fix his arm and over three weeks since I received the koala. Even though I had gone on a couple dates since then I still couldn't erase the scared man from my mind. He still danced through my head as I finished putting on my makeup for my date.

I had been out with Haru a couple of times already and we seemed to really hit it off. He worked at a local law firm, following in his father's footsteps even though his real passion was painting. He had shown me a few of his painting on his phone and they were very good. Tonight, would consist of dinner then going to his house so I could see his painting first hand. It made me nervous.

I could tell by the dates we have had and the conversations over the phone that he was a nice man, but something seemed off and I couldn't put my finger on it. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, taking one last look in the mirror before heading out. My eyes caught the koala laying on my bed and a faint smile appeared.

The restaurant was fancy, much like the last few we had been to. Haru sat across from me telling me about his day at the firm, and not that I didn't find it interesting, something just felt off. I had a constant feeling of being watched. I poked around at my food, never being able to shake that feeling.

"Y/N?" Haru asked with concern as he lightly touched my hand. That snapped me out of my trance.

"What? Sorry..."

"It's fine, I just asked how work was? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it was just a stressful day at work." I stated with a smile, trying to ease his concern.

"I am sorry to hear that. If you don't want to come over tonight, you don't have to. I know your job can be stressful."

"No its fine. I just thought I might have forgot to report something. Besides I am excited to see your paintings." I smiled reassuringly. He matched my smile, and we continued our date.

We talked about our day and the stress of our jobs. We shared a laugh when I told him the story about one of the nurses accidentally bringing their cat carrier to work instead of their work bag. The conversation carried on well after our dessert and the nagging feeling of going to his house was becoming less and less prominent as the night went on. Haru picked up the bill, signaling it was time for us to head out.

The walk to his house was short, but I still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I had glanced behind us a couple of times to see if I could find anything strange but never did. Once at his house he gestured me in, following close behind.

I took some time to look around Haru's small home. It was very homely and was the perfect size for a bachelor. Haru walked into the kitchen and began digging through the cabinets.

"Do you want a drink?"

"No, I am good thank you."

"Ok..." He sounded discouraged. "If you wanna follow me, my house is small, so my bedroom is also part studio." I let him lead the way. Once there he gestured me in, and I happily accepted.

Stepping into the room and took in the organized mess that I assumed came with being an artist. At the foot of the bed was an isle with a plethora of canvases, both painted and blank, lining the walls. The images on the canvases ranged from still lives to portraits and landscapes. I took my time admiring them and appreciating the details.

Hands snaked around my waist and wondered over the curves of my hips. His lips soon followed skimming over my neck. I cringed at the uninvited touches and stepped out of his grasp.

"What?" Haru asked at my diversion. He was clearly unhappy.

"I...I don't think I am ready to go there yet." He huffed at my comment.

"This would have been easier if you had taken the drink." It all clicked into place.

"You were going to drug me?" I realized in fear. How did I get myself in this situation. I was in a stranger's home, no one knew where I was, he had the upper hand. I shuffled back in fear as my mind tried to formulate a plan to get out.

"Women are easier to handle that way." I had to get out of here and I knew he was going to put up one hell of a fight. I steeled my nerves and rushed towards him, with one strong push he stumbled backwards. I continued towards the door, but my heart fell. When had he locked the door? My hope of escape vanished when his hand tightly gripped my wrist and yanked me back.

"Don...don't touch me!" I stuttered out, tripping over my feet and landing harshly on the floor with a loud thud. My back smacked against the leg of the bed and I let out a strangled cry of pain as it dug in. Haru bent down to pick me up as I struggled against him in a vain attempt to get free. He tossed me on the bed before grabbing my wrist and pinning them above my head. He crawled on top of me and straddled my waist, a sickening feeling flooded over me as I could feel the bulge in his pants. He was turned on by my struggling.

"Now let me see my prize." He smirked as he slowly drug his hand down my neck to the edge of my dress. Fear coursed through me again and I started to attempt to buck him off with no success, he was stronger than me. I watched in horror as he yanked harshly on my dress, ripping the strap, letting my breast bounce free.

"No! Stop!" I screamed as his hand came down around my mound of flesh. I wanted to vomit; I didn't want him touching me. All hope left me as his hand started pulling the dress down more. Warm tears streamed down my face as I helplessly bucked against him.

The door to the room swung open violently and smashed against the wall. Wasn't that door locked? We both looked to the figure standing in the doorway, shadow cast over them from the light in the hallway. The figure was tall with disheveled hair, they held an air of authority around them. My heart sank further with the thought of having to be shared between two men.

"Who the fuck are you?" Haru snapped at the figure, tightening his grip on my wrist.

"If you are going to rape someone you should lock the front door." The shadow mused. I gasped as the man spoke, more tears running down my face.

"Dabi..." I breathed out, relief washing over me.

"This doesn't concern you, get out." Dabi took a step further into the room lifting his hand, letting the smoke slowly rise from his palm. His blue eyes glaring daggers at the man on top of me.

"This very much concerns me because you have your filthy hands on what is mine." I took the distraction to buck Haru off me and send him to the floor. I made a dead sprint for Dabi, grabbing his arm to steady myself. Dabi pushed me behind him, "Get out of here and call a cab." His azure eyes never leaving Haru, who was struggling to stand back up after I kicked him to the floor.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. Now go." Dabi barked. I hesitated for a second before running out of the house and hailing the first taxi I saw.