Forgotten (mha, Dabi)

Dabi

Finding a new name was hard. In the meantime I would stick to his deadname, or stick to nicknames... very mean nicknames.

He's been training for over a week now. It was very intense. I could barely hang out or talk to him because he was always irritated, exhausted, always using his free time to set himself on fire. I was getting worried about him beeing a pyromaniac, because everytime he would see something slightly annoying he would burn it into ashes. Moths and insects flying around? Burn them. Clock in a room that annoys him by the way it sounds? Destroy it with fire. Blueflames.

I bumped into him as I wanted to ask if he wanted to take a break from his training, and go on a walk with me instead. 

"Hey Y/N" He said. 

He seemed a bit agitated, maybe nervous. 

"Hey zombie" I replied. 

He whistled frustrated and glared at me: 

"Wow, how nice of you. What a cute nickname." He said sarcastically. 

I giggled: "Okay Frankenstein Monster." 

He raised a hand and flicked his fingers against my head. 

"Ouch!" I yelled. 

"Really? Frankenstein Monster? In how many different ways do you want me to remind that I am a cremated alive corpse?" He said. He was being serious, although there was a smal smile tugged at his lips.

"Well everytime I say your deadname you look like you wanna cut my head off my shoulders, sooo..." 

A smile crept on my face. "What else should I call you? You wanna be called Teenage Megasonic Warhead or something?" 

"Teenage Megasonic what now?" 

"Teenage Megasonic Warhead, or should I say scarhead." 

"Fuck off Y/N".

We both just stood there, picking on eachother, making mean jokes. It was fun. Time seemed to go by very quickly as we both started walking out of the house, going for a walk. The sun was shining bright outside. But this time, since my skin is healed, it felt pleasurable. It felt nice, the warm feeling on my skin, how the yellow light made everything look so beautiful and bright, making the atmosphere more happy and enjoyable. We were walking away from the abandoned quarter. We were as lost as could be, but that didn't matter, we were both too focused on ourselves to even see where we were going. It's like there was an invisible string pulling us forward, walking around the city without a clue.

Finally we reached a place with a lot of trees and grass. As I moved my eyes up to give it a better look I realized we were at a park. I didn't recognize this part of the city. But I knew that after this day we'll probably never get to hang out here again. We were taking a big risk to be seen. I pushed those uncomfortable feelings and worries away. There was a gentle breeze, fresh compared to the warm sunshines from before. The sunrays shining through the leaves if the trees, making the park almost look magical. We kept on walking until we reached a pond with a bench near it. The water was clean and its surface sparkled from the light, making it look like a little lake from a fairy forest. I took a deep breath. The air in my nose was cold, it felt like it was cleaning my lungs from what I've been breathing in for the past weeks. The bench was darkgreen, making a contrast between the lighter green of the grass and the bushes around it. Me and Toya sat down on it. He sat close to me, his fingertip gracing softly against mine. I moved it away a little. For a few moments we stayed quiet, enjoying the moment in silence. I saw some frogs jumping from one lotus leaf on another, quaking while doing so. The frog I followed with my eyes was a dark green, just like the bench I was sitting at. It jumped on the next leaf. One that had a water lilith on it. It was so pretty, such a soft pink. A peaceful, warm color. So soft, so smooth, so calm. It was beautiful.

"Hey cremation quirk." I giggled. 

Toya's face turned to me. "You'll never stop will you?" He said.

"Nope." I laughed. 

He rolled his eyes. Then his eyes lit up. It looked like a lightbulb was turned on in his mind.

"You okay?" I asked. 

The boy nodded. "Cremation... whats another word for cremation..." 

"Uh... synonyms for cremation..." 

I started thinking. What could be a synonym for the word cremation? Suddenly I heard him whisper. 

"Dabi..." 

I turned to him. 

"What?" 

"I wanna be called Dabi."

A/N:
(Yes ik this doesn't make sense, but Dabi means cremation in japanese so I had to find a way to call him that. Just pretend I used another word for cremation that is not Dabi at first, cuz yk they live in japan-)

I was surprised. 

"You-" 

Then I giggled. 

"You wanna be called cremation? Like, just that? Based of your quirk?"

 At first I was pretty sure he was joking, though the more I thought of it the more it sounded right. It wasn't too bad, at all. 

"Yeah..." The boy mumbled. 

"Call me Dabi."

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