Dabi

First meeting

A/N: The first part to this doesn't seem to exist in this book, and it was so bad and full of typos that I don't want to post it either, so you can just take this as a separate thing. Basically Dabi is dating a UA third year student (so 18 years old) when he's in his early twenties. The reader sings at underground clubs to make money, and Dabi sees them and takes an interest. The song for this was supposed to be Older by Isabel LaRosa, but it didn't really play into this

You'd sung at this particular club a few times before and while there were some regulars there every time, only one of them had really caught your attention. He always wore a hoodie, so you'd never really seen his face, but what you had seen was badly scarred. You were intrigued and wanted to know more about him, but every time you went to look for him after your set, he was nowhere to be seen.

Dabi had been watching you for a while. He hadn't approached you yet, since he had just been content with watching and listening to you. Your voice was amazing. Sometimes he felt like you were signing to him specifically, especially with your last song for that night.

You had finished your set for the night, with a few new songs this time, and you noticed someone waiting for you in the backroom when you went to get your things.

"You're not really supposed to be here, the backroom is only for performers" you noted.

The guy turned around and you realized he was the one that was always watching you from the bar. He had strikingly blue eyes and black hair, and even though he was quite badly scarred, he was still very handsome.

"Hey sweetness, I liked your set" he said.

"Thank you, I'm glad you liked it" you smiled as you started packing your make-up and clothes in your bag. "I wanted to change it up a bit so I changed up a few songs"

"I especially liked that last one" he smirked.

He wasn't giving you a creeper vibe, but there was something oddly fascinating about him. You just couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"I've seen you before, you know. You've been at this club almost every time I sing here" you smiled, as you finished packing away your things.

"What can I say, you're a joy to listen to" he shrugged.

"Glad to hear that!" you beamed.

"How about it, wanna go grab some food with me and chat?" he asked.

"It's the weekend and I have nothing better to do, so sure. What do you have in mind?" you asked as the two of you headed for the back door of the club.

You walked to a nearby ramen place and sat down.

"You know, I never do things like this. You could've murdered me or something" you chuckled as you looked at the menu.

"Oh yeah, some freak would've loved your ass. Goin off with a guy like me, just like that" he grinned.

Dabi wasn't really sure how the hell he had gotten you to come with him. It's not like he had any nefarious intentions, but you really should've been more careful. He could've been some freak with bad intentions, and not just an admirer.

"I didn't catch your name btw?" you inquired.

"Does it matter? I doubt we're gonna see each other after this anyway"

"I'm not gonna lie, that's a bit disappointing" you sulked.

"What's your name then?" Dabi asked.

"Does it matter?" you asked with a smirk, mirroring his earlier words.

"No, not really" he shrugged.

"Hmmm, well you don't look that much older than me, so where do you go to school?"

"I go to the university nearby, how about you?" Dabi lied.

"I go to UA, the hero course actually" you said proudly.

You might be of some use to him after all, other than just entertainment.

You talked late into the night, all the way until the restaurant closed, and even after that you walked around for a while.

"I think I need to be getting home, but I'd love to get your number"

He considered it for a moment, but since he had enjoyed his time with you, he decided to give you his number.

"Let me put it into your phone. You can put yours into mine too" Dabi said and handed you his phone.

You exchanged numbers, and parted ways. When you looked at your phone, you noticed the name he had put his number under.

"Dabi, huh" you smiled.