Various anime one shots book 2

Bacon (Maddie)

Wiping a bit of sweat rom his brow, Dabi pants in an alleyway. That fight was just now was intense. But he got out of it alive with dinner. Score.
"Hey there!"
Looking up, Dabi sees you, a strange girl just standing there, squinting as you seem to inspect him. You're of the chubby sort-and short, Oh so short. Something about you is both hot and cute at the same time, and he really would love to get his hands on you sometime.
You stand there with your arms behind your back, getting closer to inspect him. At least, that's what he assumes you're doing.
"What?" He snarls a little, ready to get a good fire going if need be. "You lost or somethin'?"
"No, not really. I live around here. A bit sketchy, but hey! Rent's cheap."
"And what has prompted you to talk to suspicious man as myself?"
"Oh, you're not suspicious in the slightest. I already know you're a lethal criminal. Part of the LOV, right? You guys are pretty popular."
"Right." He narrows his eyes in suspicion. "Well? What do you want?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing. You just look a bit familiar." Tapping your chin, you get a bit closer. Once you're on your tip-toes, you inspect his face even closer. "I've got it! You look like Endeavor!" Growling, a couple flames spark in his hands "Don't say that."
"Hm? Why not? You two got beef or somethin?" You giggle to yourself. "I think it's the eyes, They're super pretty, by the way. Oh! It'd be funny if you two turned out to be related!"
With a big grin, you spread your hands out, almost like you're unrolling a poster. "Endeavor's Long Lost Son! The Villain, Dabi! Who exactly is the baby-mama?" As if you're proud of yourself, you bounce from one foot to another. "I really think that could make for an interesting story." "Shut up!" He grabs your wrist, sending every bit of heat into his own hand. But, instead of you crying out in pain as expected, you just laugh uncontrollably.
"Okay! Okay! You're irritated! You can stop!" Still laughing, you shakily wipe a tear of laughter from your eye.
"What are you? Some sort of masochist!"
"I- I can't- I can't- t- talk! J- j- just let me- me go."
He releases.
Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself. "My quirk is fire-resistance. No amount of heat can harm me. Trust me, I've tried." You look at your arm. "See? No burn. My glands produce a type of sweat with such a strong cooling agent that protected me. It's a strange coating. Thing is, I'm not an easy sweat 'cause of my heat-resistance. In the summertime, I hardly even get hot. Actually, I get kinda cold. Sucks, right? All the other girls in cute crop-tops, but I'm in a turtleneck. Then again, I couldn't pull of a crop-top. But you get the point."
He would kill for fire-resistance like yours. These scars wouldn't exist. He would still be with his family. Heck, he could be a hero by now. How did you get to be so blessed? Why is it you have the only thing that stood in the way between him and everything he could've ever asked for? And who are you to hold it from him?
"Anyway," You shrug. "It's pretty weird you look like big bad Endeavor. You two should get your blood tested." You tap his forehead, almost teasingly. "You get lots of money, right? I mean, I dunno who your mom is. but it appears she may have had an affair with our number two. Or maybe he's an uncle? Either way, being related to him means money." You nod to his bad of stolen takeout, "No more stealing dinner. I mean, I know you're a villain, but I think you would make a pretty cool hero. I mean, you're not like the other ones. All those scars. You remind me of an underground hero, maybe. Y'know, Not working for the spotlight, but out of the sheer kindness of your heart. Pretty cool, my man!"
"I am not, and never will be a hero."
"Meh. Either way, I think you're pretty cool. Loving all these scars." You pick up his arms, looking at them with a smile. "It's giving extra crispy bacon. And since I doubt you knew this, but I love bacon. Actually, I should cook up some bacon. A BLT!! This is why I like you. You remind me of the best things in life. Bacon. Money. I didn't say bacon already, did I?"
"You said bacon."
"Sorry, I really like bacon." Awkwardly, you scratch your cheek. "And you really remind me of it. And oh! You have the prettiest eyes, by the way. Did you get them from your mom or your dad? And your hair. Black hair isn't too common anymore with all the weird hair-colors these days." You hop between your two feet excitedly. "And those nose piercings! Where did you get them done? No way it was professional with your reputation, and random alleyway people are cheaper, bur so risky. And are those staples? I love the vibe. So mysterious. So different. It's kinds hot, y'know?"
He blinks once. Twice. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah. What makes you ask?"
"Nobody on earth would consider flirting with a villain in a sketchy alleyway."
"Nah, I'm not flirting. I don't know how, Well, no, I know how. But not with guys. I'm always too awkward. I wish I could, though. I mean, I can get it on with my books or my friends. Even with my food. But never with guys. Honestly, it's-"
"You're an unintentional flirt." He grabs your face and tilts it up toward him. "You'll get yourself into trouble one of these days, y'know. Especially if you keep talking like that."
"Trouble? Nah. Guys are never interested in me, Not usually into the fat girl, y'know? Beauty standards are, well, beauty standards. And they suck. You and I are alike in that way. We don't live up to what society deems 'attractive,' but instead have our own charms. Some people will like them, others won't. And that's okay. I don't need everybody's approval. One day, I'm gonna meet a guy who's gonna love me and think I'm beautiful. And I'll love him, and find him beautiful. Even if he doesn't remind me of bacon, he can still be pretty."
"Okay, I've gotta ask. What's the bacon obsession?"
"It's bacon! It's the best! You can't tell me you don't like bacon!"
He can't help but laugh a little. "Okay, sweetheart, And you're right."
"Of course, I am. I mean, bacon is-"
"No, I meant about the beauty standards, dummy. Except, nobody is gonna find me beautiful. Not unless they share your weird bacon fetish."
"No, I don't think so. You have pretty eyes. And I think, regardless of bacon, that your scars are still really cool. I've never seen anybody like you, I mean, how many people do I come across with staples in their skin? I love it. Bacon or no."
"Yeah, well you're also crazy, sweetie." He leans down, twisting his face into a snarl.
"Yeah. I know. Everybody tells me so. But I like being crazy. I don't wanna be normal, It's so boring and, I dunno. Normal people are so snobbish. They think they're better because their normal." In irritation, you scrunch up your nose. "I think it's the other way around, I'm cool because I'm different. Besides, you gotta admit. You'll never meet anybody like me, and you definitely won't forget me."
"Definitely not, I can't name anybody else who's compare me to Endeavor and then to bacon." "That's because they're not as creative and cool as me. Also, what do you have against Endeavor? I've seen his high school photos. He was pretty fine back then? Real buff." You put our your arms, as if to imitate his broad shoulders. "I hear he has kids. I know one of them He's one of my juniors in college. Natsuo. I found but out by accident. He looks just like his dad, but he also got mad when I said that. Is it a guy thing? Not liking to be compared to Endeavor? Or heroes in general? Or just people?"
"You're a curious little thing, aren't you?"
"Sorry. I don't have a lot of friends. Don't mind me, okay?"
"Gosh, you sound even more pitiful by the second. Weirdo."
"Hey! I have a great life! Oh my gosh!" You show him the bag he hadn't noticed before. "I just bought The Folk of the Air series by Holly Black. I'm gonna have a great time binge-reading." "Sounds like a whole party."
"Right?" You seem completely oblivious to his obvious sarcasm "What about you? What're you planning?"
"To eat my takeout, Which-." He looks into his bag. "Is soggy and nasty. Great. That's what I get for standin' around and talkin', Ugh-.."
"I guess that's my fault. You could come to my place and have a BLT. It's easy to make bacon in bulk anyway, instead of trying to separate a pack for a single serving which is so tedious and my hands get freezing. But, if I make a lot, it's, not as good in the microwave. But if I re-fry it, it'll get all burnt and nasty and blech."
"You sure you wanna let an arsonist into your house?"
"Why not? Denying someone bacon is an even worse crime than housing a villain. It's even worse than eloping with one and helping them overthrow the empire."
"If you say so. But, you sure eating bacon won't be cannibalism?"
"If I were, bacon, I'd eat myself. It's a forgivable sin."
"Right, right. Well, lead the way, Your Royal Baconness."
"No. I think that's you, Lord Bacon."
"No. no, you're the Bacon Empress."
"Then are you the Bacon Emperor?"
 You two fall into stride with each other. He throws the soggy takeout into someone's trash bin, waiting for the garbage truck to empty it.
"Wouldn't we have to be married for that?"
Humming a little, you reply, "Suppose so. Guess I'll have to be Lady F/N of Bacon."
"That your name? F/N?"
"Yup! F/N L/N! Pleased to officially meet you, Bacon Emperor Dabi."
"No no, the pleasure is all mine, Lady F/N of Bacon."
A bit smug, he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side and earning a fit of giggles. At your little apartment, he helps your around your kitchen to make the BLTs. He makes the bacon between his hands while you slice lettuce and tomatoes. You gave him an apron to keep from grease getting all over. It's soft, pastel pink with sparkly, chibi cats all over. Not his  taste, but it'll have to do since grease stains don't wash out.
"Hey, Bacon Emperor, I finish chopping 'em up. Made a bit of a mess, though. Guts are everywhere-"
"Woah. slow your role, babe. You sound like you're cutting up a body."
"Oops. I meant the tomatoes."
"Yeah, I figured. Out of context, though, it sounded real sketchy."
"I can see your point. Anyway, are my loves almost ready?"
"Assuming that you're referencing the bacon, yes, it's finished."
"YAYYYYYYY!!!! BLT TIMEEEEEEEE!!!" Doing a little happy-dance, you assemble the sandwiches. As you work, you sing a little song about your bacon.
My bacon I have bacon Do you have bacon? Nope! I ate it all! Me and a hottie Hanging in a kitchen Making our BLTs. They're gonna be so yummy Yum yum! Gonna eat 'em all up! BLTs! BLTs! I love BLTs!!
Dabi bursts into laughter. "Loving the off-key background music, dollface."
"Hehe, I'm just excited." You set his plate in front of him. "Thanks for staying for dinner. I don't get a whole lotta action with other people. Especially guys."
"I can change that, y'know."
"Really?" Excited, your head perks up with your mouth full of food.
Subconsciously, you cover it, swallowing roughly. "Sorry, didn't mean to talk with food in my mouth. Got a bit excited. Just so lonely 'round here."
"If I wanted to, I could snatch you up and use you for my personal pleasures."
You laugh a little. "Yeah, right. Nobody wants a piece of this. And understandably so. There's a reason I don't get along with mirrors."
"What? Don't tell me you're under the delusion you're not hot."
"It's not a delusion, I-"
"All right, all right. You're hot, okay? Curvy and honestly I was checking you out."
"Wait, really? Me?"
"Yes, you."
"But- you sure you just couldn't see well in the dark?" You stand up and put your arms out. "I mean, this sweater is a bit baggy. Maybe you didn't fully notice."
"I mean it, F/N, I can see just fine. You're a bit bigger, but I like that about you. Honest."
"Thank you. You're the best, Bacon Emperor."
"I'm aware,'' He tosses his hair dramatically with a grin.
‣0.0..0.0
After searching for days, Dabi found you a home. It's abandoned and isn't perfect, but it'll work. He can fix it up as he goes along. But, for now, he needs you with him. He just can't bear to be separated for too long. And, besides, it's safer this way. What if someone hurts you? Or a guy with ill-intentions comes along? He has to protect you.
Besides, from what you've said, there's not much for you to miss anyway. Yes. You will be his. And you already find him attractive. It's only a matter of time before you want him just as badly as he wants you. He just needs to bide his time. Patience is a virtue. A hard one, at that.
He lets himself right into your apartment, finding you sleeping on the couch. With a bit of a grin, he picks you up carefully, throwing your body over his shoulder. Luckily. you're a heavy sleeper. The whole way, you remain passed out. Carefully, he places you on the bed, taking out a handcuff and clipping it around your wrist. The other end, he latches around the bedpost. Finally, he pulls the blankets over you. Then, he falls onto a chair and goes to sleep, too.
O.o.o.0
Screaming. That's what wakes him up. His eyes fling open, finding you to be sitting up while you breathe heavily. You're frantic as you scan the room, eyes finally finding his.
"Bacon Emperor? Where am I?"
"This is our new home." Dabi stands up. "You're my girlfriend. My little mouse. I love you and want you here with me. Forever."
"T- that's a bit sudden. I mean, you could've taken me out on a date first. Treated me to some quality bacon. I'm honestly not impressed by your methods. But, then again, this is pretty dramatic. And kinda fast. I mean, moving in with each other already? Wow." You seem to blush a bit. "I went from single my whole life to moving in with a guy. My luck has really changed.'" "You're really gonna stay? Willingly?"
"Of course! Nobody likes me! I mean, you're hot, you're bacon, and you're super fun. I can't think of another guy. Just don't go dying on me in some epic fight, okay?"
"Okay. I won't die. That's your only condition?"
"Hm- nope! That and bacon!"
He laughs. He can't help it. "Of course. I'll give you all the bacon in the world."
"Then c'mere and kiss me already. I wanna see if you taste as much like bacon as you look."