Rock My World - DabiHawks

Break Stuff

A/N: I'm so proud of this chapter lmao. Thankfully, my ex texted me at just the right time and fueled my angst tank🫡💕 (everyone say thank you Laila!!)

Edit: I just reread it, not that good. Only read it once or it loses its sparkle lol.

POV HAWKS

Dabi gets out of the car before we're fully stopped, practically lurching out of the open door and giving me a heart attack. I rip the keys out of the ignition and chase after him– I'm more terrified that he's going to hurt himself rather than hurt anyone else, though I don't know when that fear manifested.

Dabi has proven himself time and time again to be... terrifying. Attacking his dad, going to prison for killing someone... Even that snippet of a moment months ago, when he dragged me into the LOV's apartment and cornered me in the kitchen. No matter how many sweet sides of himself he shows me, Dabi is scary.

So why am I more concerned that he's going to hurt himself? I'm not sure. But I don't have too much time to ponder over it. I follow him up the stairs to our apartment, cringing at the sound of him trying to break the door down.

"Hey, hey, careful," I say as I rush up behind him. Dabi flinches a bit when I plant my hand on his shoulder, and I do my best to ignore it. I don't want to think about the violence he was subject to in his childhood. My main focus is getting us inside and comfortable. I need to help Dabi calm down before he does something irrational.

Thankfully, he doesn't put up a fight and instead quietly steps to the side, letting me unlock the front door. We both head inside, and I lock the door behind us. As soon as I turn back around, Dabi is digging in the fridge, the sound of glass clanking against glass filling the empty, dim apartment.

"What are you doing?!" I blurt out without thinking.

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Dabi snaps back, slamming three bottles of bourbon on the counter. I can't help but jump at the loud sound, squeezing my eyes shut on instinct. If Dabi notices, he doesn't show it. Instead, he pushes the fridge door closed and scavenges through the drawers, presumably for a knife and a corkscrew to open the bottle.

"Don't you think we should talk about what happened?" I say, now starting to fidget with my hands. I can feel the rage boiling inside of me, but my anxiety is spread over it like a wet blanket, smothering any flames that dare to fight against this man who could very much kill me in cold blood.

But Dabi wouldn't do that, part of me tries to argue. He loves me. He promised he wouldn't hurt me. He's not a monster.

It makes me sick how much I doubt myself.

"What is there to talk about?" Dabi scoffs, peeling off the wax cover of the bottle.

"I don't know," I blurt out sarcastically, "maybe the masked motherfucker that barged into your parents' house screaming about how you raped his cousin?!"

"I told you it isn't true," Dabi scoffs. "Just drop it already. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."

"My bullshit?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I cry, hot tears pooling in my eyes. "Dabi, this is serious! What about your dad? He choked you! You h-have bruises on your neck–"

"I said just fucking drop it!" Dabi screams. "Drop it! I don't want to hear this shit, okay?! You're pissed. Great. So am I. Yelling at each other isn't going to fix it. I'm still going to have a bruised neck and a guilty fucking conscience in the morning! Just get over it!"

A coldness runs over my body, goosebumps spreading over my skin like oil over water. "A guilty conscience?" I echo, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would... why would you have a guilty conscience?"