Disdain [Dabi x Reader]

XVII

(Y/n) wasn't aware of how long they'd been standing wordlessly in the pitch-black room. They concluded that quite some time had passed as their eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and they could make out the silhouette of Touya's still form lying on his bed. They could even vaguely see his resting features if they stared long enough.

It was only now that they felt themselves regain consciousness, it felt as if only a blink ago they were heading out of Kurose's apartment, and now they were in their home. In their shared bedroom, looming over Touya's sleeping figure with their gaze intensely fixated on his face.

They blinked and glanced around their room, their brows furrowing as they attempted to jog their memory, but to no avail.

What route did they take home? Did they put on their disguise? Were they discrete?

They scowled at nothing in particular, frustrated at themselves. They then redirected their attention back to the resting boy before them and felt their features relaxing as their gaze lingered on him, the wrinkles on their forehead smoothening.

For a solemn moment, the silence in the room fell in sync with the one in their head, as no thoughts roamed about their mind while they continued to take in the boy's complexion, his face growing clearer and clearer the longer their gaze stilled.

But, not a moment later, their head flooded with recollections of the events that took place only a few hours ago in Kurose's apartment. Her strident voice echoed in their thoughts. (Y/n)'s being grew rigid, their features contricting into an agonized sneer. Their eyes widened with dejection, red nerves prominent against the white of their sclera.

They hated the feeling of sweat moistening their clenched palms and they hated that look. that tension in the muscles in their face as they stared disdainfully down at Touya.

Kurose was right, this whole thing is a big joke for (Y/n) to experience some kind of 'redemption'. What made them any better than All For One? That they were in denial? how utterly pathetic. How absolutely foul and heinous. Fucking hell, they're sick. They're so mentally gone they don't even know what they're doing, let alone what they're feeling. They're just wasting their fucking effort on this boy. This new coping mechanism. Instead of using their unfathomable talent to try and survive like the animal they are. 

What a fucking waste of space and time. what a fucking waste! This hideous child comfortably just takes up their bed, sleeping so soundly... Meanwhile, (Y/n) spent day and night breaking their back in hopes of getting him out of there. Why is he so special? What makes him so different from the other innocent lives taken by (Y/n)? Why does he get to be the one to survive crossing their path? Why was he lucky to have found (Y/n), yet all those other people could've still gone on to live fulfilling lives if they hadn't encountered (Y/n)?

The taste of vomit pooled in their mouth but was quickly swallowed back into their system as they slammed both their hands over their mouth. Their fingers dug into the sides of their face, leaving behind reddish marks in their wake. Their body rocked with trembling heaves, their form crumbling at the foot of the bed.

They weakly pushed their head up, their form still succumb with tremors. Their eyes, pricking with tears, caught the sight of Touya who had started to stir in his sleep, probably due to their uncontrollable hyperventilation. As their quivering irises stared at the boy lying before them, their breath grew more labored and they only demanded one thing of themself:

"Get this nuisance out of this place before he becomes your next mistake."