A/n:
Sorry that it's a short chapter, but I kind of wanted to post something for the time being because I start school again tomorrow. Enjoy!
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"Well, well.... who's this angel I see? A gift from the gods to me?"
Looking down inside of the trash bin, there laid the one and only Dabi. He wore a black leather jacket, black jeans, a white bloody shirt, and his classic black shoes. He looked as if he wasn't part of the League with Shigaraki and everyone else, which is a good sign so far, so maybe he won't kill you. He seemed to have just gotten in a fight right before you arrived because he looked as if he committed a murder, which wouldn't be surprising considering it's Dabi that we were talking about.
"Eh, like what you see?"
Snapping out of your thoughts, you look into his ocean blue eyes and jet-black hair to go along with it, seeming to be captured in some sort of trance, you shake your head and focus on the situation at hand.
"With all that blood on you? No not really..."
He was covered in an unhealthy amount of blood all over his white shirt and some on his stapled-up skin. If you were to focus on his jacket, you could see the blood stains on it as well.
"Oh, what a shame, and here I thought it looked good on me..."
Rolling your eyes, you set yourself down back onto the ground and put your wings away as rustling is heard from inside of the bin and Dabi sits up and pulls himself out. Brushing off his clothing, it was quiet between the two until one of them broke the silence.
"Why were you in a dumpster?"
"Well, if you really want to know Angel, I was just relaxing after a discussion I had with a client."
"Oh, so that explains the blood. Alright, got it."
Finishing up tidying up himself, he looked at the girl in front of him as his eyes slightly narrowed. As she stared at him with a sort of calming expression.
"Why aren't you leaving?"
"Are you not comfortable talking to me or do you not want me here?"
"That's not it, it's just that most people would run away or call the police if they saw a random 16-year-old in a dumpster who happens to be all banged up and bloody. So, can I get an answer from you Angel?"
Dabi, slightly smirking, stared at the girl as she 'coughed' as to not show her now reddening face due to the nickname she has now been given.
"You know how the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but this cat has nine lives."
She points to herself as she then thinks to herself mentally.
"Hopefully I'll leave with all nine of those lives."
They stay in silence as they both just stare at each other once again. Both not sure what to do in a situation like this, one could end the other's life right here right now while the other could just shrink and hide from the other. Sighing, Dabi seemed to have reached an agreement inside of his own mind as he spoke up towards the girl.
"Listen, let's make a deal. I won't kill you if you help me out for a second here and you get to go free, alright? I can't really just let you go and hope you won't report my ass to the police now can we Angel?"
"Again, with the nickname."
Y/n looks at him and nods.
"Fine, it's not that I don't really have a choice in this either way."
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In Another World
FanfictionY/n is an average teen aged girl with a caring family and friends. Until the incident that caused her death. And it's said that death leads onto the afterlife of souls to finally rest in peace, but not for her. She was given another chance, and she...
