Dabi

Arguing

I finally remembered to write this. It was a request here on wattpad about Dabi and reader arguing, Dabi hurting them and then him thinking he's like his father. This was pretty hastily written, and is kinda mediocre but oh well

Warnings: Toxic and definitely not a healthy relationship

"Oh my god, why do you have to be like this?" you groaned and threw your head back, slapping your cheeks with your hands.

"WHy dO yOu haVe tO Be LiKe ThIS?" Dabi repeated mockingly.

"You're acting like a child. Can't we just talk like normal people for once?"

"Okay, let's talk then. You're being a controlling bitch"

"I'm sorry, what?" you blinked a few times, not believing what you were hearing. "I'm being controlling? You don't even want me to see my friends, and you throw a fucking hissy fit if I do something you don't like"

"Shut the hell up!" Dabi growled.

You felt the heat before you even saw the flames. You felt a burning sensation on your hand that you raised to shield yourself, but as soon as you felt it, it was gone.

Dabi didn't even realize what he had done at first. He just got so pissed at you and he reacted instinctively. Lashing out at people who angered him had been his first response for so long, he didn't know how else to react, even toward someone who was as important to him as you.

You rushed to run cold water over your hand while trying to hold back tears.

He was still angry, but now more at himself than you. He didn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to scare you to shut you up.

"(Name)..." he said, stepping closer to you and reaching his hand towards you.

"Don't touch me" you hissed and left the room, slamming the bedroom door shut behind you.

Dabi just stood there for a moment, shocked by his own actions and by your reaction. He went to grab a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch. He took a sip of his drink and just sighed. He didn't want to react like that, not towards you. If it was almost anyone else, he wouldn't have given a damn, but it was different with you.

You'd been with him for so long, so why would you piss him off like this? You knew how he'd react so it was your fault you'd gotten hurt, right?

Dabi couldn't help but think back on his childhood. The way his father had hurt his mother. It wasn't very different from this situation. He didn't want to be like his father, he knew he was worse in a lot of different ways, but he never wanted to hurt someone he genuinely cared about. He never wanted to hurt you.

You were crying quietly in the bedroom, while looking at the back of your right palm. It wasn't that badly burned, there were a few small blisters, and the back of your palm was looking very red and irritated. It still hurt, but that's not why you were crying. You never thought he would do this. You never thought he would actually hurt you. Clearly you had been wrong.

Dabi didn't know what to think. Was he really like his father? Did he actually hurt you on purpose and just didn't realize it? Did he want to hurt you?

"You need to apologize" you sniffled, leaning on the bedroom door frame, still a bit teary eyed.

"I'm just like him" Dabi said quietly. "You should get away from me"

"I'm not going anywhere, but you need to apologize" you said, walking closer to him.

"Why the hell would you not get away from me? I'm just like my piece of crap father, and I'm just gonna hurt you again" Dabi growled.

"You're not gonna hurt me. You didn't even mean to do it, right?" you argued back.

"I can't guarantee it won't happen again, and I don't want you to get hurt by me" Dabi said.

"Then control yourself better, it's entirely up to you" you sighed and sat down on the couch next to him. "And by the way, you're nothing like him, you didn't hurt me on purpose"

"You can't say I never gave you an out" Dabi said. "And I'm sorry"