Bottle Me Up (Dabi x OC) {[tw]}

Chapter 2: Greedy

⚠️warning⚠️: Blood/injuries, dub-con

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Kazemi

Suki hissed in the direction of the kitchen, and I jumped when I heard grunts of struggle, freezing up.

I have never been robbed before, I live in a fairly good neighborhood with low crime and villain rates. Who could be breaking in at this time of night? According to the digital clock on my coffee table, it was 12:38 am.

Also, according to the Glock-19 sitting in the drawer underneath the coffee table, I needed to grab it.

So I did. I stepped out of my foot bath. I opened the drawer as fast and as quietly as I could, grabbing my gun.

Turning the safety off, I steadily tip-toed to the kitchen.

The window above my sink was shattered,  glass littering the floor.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw the drops of blood trailing from the windowpane to behind the counter island. Bloody handprints were littered across the floor as if the person who demolished my window had been crawling.

"Ah, fuck," the voice that spoke was gruff,  but also in pain. Serious pain.  "Shit."

Without thinking,  I put my gun on the counter, still within my reach, taking hazardous steps around the glass.

What is he doing here?

I don't know the man lying on my floor trying to stay conscious personally,  in fact, I've never seen him in person. I do know about him,  though. He was all over the news a few months ago.

It was hard to mistake the purple scars,  staples, and black clothes for somebody else.  I couldn't see his eyes since they were squeezed shut in pain,  but I knew they were electrically blue. 

What is his name again?

"'R you gon' t' s-stand there... or a-are you gon' t' help?" his rough voice was strained.

"I-I don't..." I trailed off when I saw that he had missing staples on the back of his hands and face,  the charred skin peeling and bleeding. There was blood soaking through his torn shirt, too, and more staples missing. 

I felt bad for him instantly; even with his staples, he had to be in constant pain on a daily basis, having to live like that.

So I ran out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to the bathroom. I grabbed my first-aid kit and ran back.  I remembered I had medical staples and Aloe. Hopefully, this will help him out. 

Even if he is a villain, he's still human. 

I sat down on my knees beside the villain, popping open the kit. "Don't freak out," I said as I grabbed the medical staples, gauze, and rubbing alcohol. 

"What're ya talkin' bout?" the male gritted through his teeth.

My breath hitched in my throat when I met his eyes. They were so blue.

"My quirk,  when I touch you, I take away your pain. You won't feel anything." I explained briefly. 

"That's bullshi-"

When I grabbed his hand, he went silent. So quiet I thought he passed out, but his cyan eyes stared at me in disbelief as I cleaned his face,  hands, and chest. He seemed even more surprised when I replaced his missing staples, and he didn't feel a thing.

I've never met someone who didn't freak out by my quirk.  They always start screaming at me to stop killing them even after I explain my quirk. They assumed I had lied. This villain seemed to enjoy it;  he was asleep on my kitchen floor before I finished an hour and a half later after applying Aloe to his scars.