Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

27: Mine

You didn't say a word as Dabi led you from the training gym, tugging you down corridors and into a small room that looked like an office. You gave him the courtesy of waiting until the door was shut behind you both before you ripped your arm from his grasp and tore him to shreds.

"What is your problem?" You hissed the words, heart pounding. "Suddenly feel like talking to me? I wonder why that is."

His eyes darkened in warning, which you pointedly ignored. "Princess..."

"Don't," you retorted. "Don't fucking do that. You don't get to put a claim on me when you told me that you feel nothing for me."

There it was. The hurt. Raw and exposed. A wound that was still slowly bleeding. You finally looked at him then. His darkly beautiful face wore the twists of envy, but his eyes flashed with something else as they met yours. As they read the hurt you wore so plainly for him to see.

I am not lying about this anymore, Dabi. That is all you.

He reached for you, fingers grazing your jaw but you stepped out of his hold. "You don't understand, princess. I can't. Those parts of me were removed a long time ago."

Tears were forming in your eyes, and you didn't dare let them fall. "I don't believe that for a second. Lies are better than fear, right?" You let out a cold, humourless laugh. "Tell me why then. Tell me what happened to you."

A blankness spread over Dabi's features. Void and heartless. "No."

Your temper was rising, along with the heat in your blood. He would not admit his feelings, nor would he tell you why he was so warped and broken. Your emotions were not toys. You were just as human, and just as broken.

"I'm done with this," you spat, reaching for the handle. "You can't give me anything. What's the fucking point?"

Dabi slammed a hand on the door. "You're not going anywhere."

A laugh bubbled from your throat as you recalled a similar scenario weeks ago. He'd admitted that he wanted you then. At that time, it was enough. "We're not doing this again."

"And you're not going back out there."

You twisted back around, back flat against the door. Oh, you were pissed. "Why?"

"Because."

His blue eyes were so infinitely bright, they burned straight through you.

"Because why?"

His jaw ticked. "You really want to be difficult today, don't you?"

You smirked at him, pinning him with your gaze. "And you really want to be an asshole, don't you?" You put your palms flat on his chest and pushed him back. "I'm leaving."

Anger flashed across his features. "Are you in such a hurry to go back to him?"

And there it was. The monster of envy digging its claws into his ruined skin. You saw it so plainly
on him. Jealousy. Now you wished you'd looked at him just once so you could see the annoyance in real-time. It served him right.

"You don't get to be jealous." The words came out laced with warped amusement. "You feel nothing for me. Right, Dabi? Pick a story and stick to it."

"Jealous?" He spat the word as if it was poisonous. "Why would I be jealous of him? You are—"

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence," you interjected, anger flaring. "If I am not in here." You shoved him back with a palm flat above his wicked heart. "Then I am not yours."