𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 |𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣|

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪

The next morning you changed out of those clothes from last night, unable to do so before because of how numb you were. You stood there, staring at the top you held in your hands. "What am I going to do with these?" You look to the bed where the skirt and stockings lay. "Keep em." You turn your head, Dabi was standing in your doorway, a cocky smirk on his face. "You looked good." Heat rushed to your cheeks. "Yeah? Well, I felt ridiculous. I'm not a party girl." Dabi shrugged. "Maybe not, doesn't mean you didn't look hot though."

You shoot him a look. "Do you need something? Or are you just bored?" 

"Neither." You roll your eyes before tossing the top on your bed. 'Do I really look good in something like that?' You silently wondered before walking past Dabi. "There's no way I could walk into somewhere to donate them. People would think I'm nuts, giving away clothes like that."

"Who know? You could be helping a stripper in need of some nice clothes." Dabi suggested. You decided to ignore that. "You want breakfast? I can make something real quick before I head off to work." Dabi's grin fell. "Actually, I think I'd rather use that time to talk to you about something." You turn to face him. "Ok?" 

"I know you might not want to think about what happened last night. But, it got me thinking." You frown, he was right, you didn't want to think about what happened. "About what?" You ask. "About what I'm going to do to get you out of this. Away from the league, and out of Shigaraki's grasps." You give him a concerned look. "And, that is?" 

"I have some options. I have a feeling you're not going to like any of them." Dabi started. "One, you can just tell a hero what's going on. I know that's going to be hard, since Shigaraki has eyes on you now. But, I can help you with that." He continued. "Or two, fake your death. Then just get as far away from here as you can. Move to a different country if you have to. I know it sounds crazy, but I think that second option might be the best one for your case." 

You gave it some thought. Faking your death seemed like...a lot. Though, there wouldn't be anyone alive who would miss you. Not alive anyway. Your boss could care less about what happens to you, and your coworkers barely spoke to you. But then you thought about your father. Even though you two don't have the best of relationships, he'd still mourn you if you were to suddenly drop dead. So, that wasn't an option. 

 You could try telling a hero, that seemed like the easiest thing to do. They would help you. But then again, Shigaraki's words replayed in your head. 

"They'd just see someone who provided one of the most dangerous criminals in Japan medical aid. You'd be just as guilty as the rest of us."

No, that wouldn't be the case...would it? If you just explained what was going on, then you would be seen as innocent. It's not like you wanted to help them. But...why have you been helping Dabi as long as you have? Even when the threats stopped, even when you were no longer scared of him...Why didn't you seek help? 

Maybe, after all this time being stuck with Dabi, you've grown to consider him...as a friend. Was that right? A friend? Would you call what you two had, friendship? 

'Or maybe I'm just looking for a friend.' You thought. 

You were never the most popular of people, you were an introvert your whole life. You were never the person to make the first move when it came to making new friends or meeting new people. You always just kept to yourself, you were content with that. Though, there was always a part of you that yearned for it, to not be alone. You were alone for so long, but that all changed when Dabi came into your life. 

At first, he was a monster in your eyes. Then, he became more of a nuisance. But as of recently, you and Dabi seemed to have really warmed up to each other. You weren't alone anymore.