BNHA One-Shots

Dabi X Reader: Happy Birthday, D.

Dabi kicks the door open to his dingy apartment. He really needs to get someone to fix that horrid door. It's always stuck and sounds so loud when it opens. He doesn't bother locking the door. Anyone who breaks in won't be able to open the crooked thing anyway. He looks at the apartment, a messy living room and a kitchen with garbage that's starting to smell. Usually he wouldn't mind, he's lived in filth for most of his life, but considering what day it is, his irritation is running high. He throws his jacket on the floor and kicks off his shoes, not even trying to put them away, then plops down on the worn out couch he found outside. He closes his eyes, rubbing the stress off of his forehead. He always dreads this day. Why does it have to come every year? In his contemplation, he hears a large bang against the door he just entered. A few more loud sounds of struggling later, the door swings open and slams shut. He doesn't need to look to know who it is.

"Keep your eyes closed," he hears Y/n's voice from in front of him.

"I thought you said were working today,"

"I lied, just keep your eyes closed," Dabi sighs, but keeps his eyes closed nonetheless. "Now use your quirk. Just a tiny flame on your thumb," He lifts up his fist and sticks out his thumb, a small flame emitting from the tip. Y/n is quiet for a few moments. He sits in the quiet darkness, wondering what she could be up to this time. "Now open,"

Slowly, he slides his eyelids apart. Before him is Y/n, bent at the hips so she's eye level with him. In her palm, a simple gift with a little blue flame on top. A cupcake. "Happy birthday, D," she says with a small smile. He smirks.

"Thanks," he says and takes the cupcake in his hands. She joins him on the couch, resting an arm on his shoulder.

"I added some blue frosting to match your aesthetic. It's way too sugary and tastes disgusting, but it's the thought that counts right?" Dabi takes a finger and swipes up some frosting, bringing it to his mouth. He nearly coughs.

"Yeah, that's awful,"

"Hey! After I worked so hard for your birthday," Y/n follows his actions, swiping up some frosting herself and wincing at the taste. "Well? Make a wish,"

Dabi looks at the cupcake curiously, deciding what to wish for. Once he has his idea, he closes his eyes, blows out the candle, then takes a bite.

"At least the batter doesn't suck,"

"Can't go wrong with birthday cake flavor. Even if it is just vanilla with sprinkles in it. I got you a gift too, but it won't be here until Monday," Dabi takes a moment to look at the cheap, single cupcake. It's small, poorly made, and the frosting colour is uneven, but this might just be the best birthday he's had in a long time.

"Thanks, N/n. Best birthday ever,"

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Posted 17.Sunday.March.2024 at 18.36 (6:36pm)

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