A Little Bit of Love ♡ BNHA x Reader Oneshots

Dabi (1D)

[EDIT]: changed the author's note and did additional spell checks i couldn't do via phone~ that's literally it :3

D stands for a dedicated oneshot because this oneshot is dedicated to iroh555!!!

i felt bad because it was difficult to write out their request, but i still made a dabi oneshot and now it's for them!

did that make sense? probably not! let's get on with the oneshot!

(...)

Banana Girl

Death is such a weird concept to think about. It's a topic that would render one incapable as they swirl deeper and deeper into the depths of an extensional crisis. Luckily for me, I have an excuse to think about this all I want without doing a classic Daniel Howell ((#lovethatboi)).

Let's get real here. The air around of my body hangs of death. My clothes are stained with death. The places where my limbs should be are bleeding of death. The words hanging in the air scream of death. Everywhere my eyes dart to is death, death, and a heaping helping of my favorite word right now: death.

As someone going through this, I can say with absolute confidence that dying is like a banana going bad: mushy and gross—something you definitely don't want to touch.

I am a banana.

I am dying.

Wait- I'm a banana? Bleeding of death? Those have to be the stupidest sayings in the world. What the hell, [Name]. You can do so much better than that. It's like you can't think straight or something!

And, I'm right. Thinking straight is not something I have the time for. I don't have hours or minutes. My life is now going millisecond by millisecond. It's like there's a race track in my head, the thoughts in my mind trying to outrun each other. In one millisecond, I replay through my life's greatest moments and in the next, I direct a film dedicated to all the different ways my life could have ended up being.

My mind processes screaming of some sort. Death threats, cuss words, "I'm gonna fucking rip your balls off, Tomura" all go through one ear and out the other. It takes 53 of the 100 milliseconds I have left to recognize whose voice that is. Dabi never believed it before, but his presence has always calmed me down. Even if he is actively trying to kill someone with flames that just might burn the whole warehouse down, I still feel better with him around.

And then it just stops. No more shouting, no more flames, and especially no more handman. Just me and the shadow monster man the kidnapped me in the first place. He looks at me, and I look at him. Does he know I'm still alive? I'm don't get to answer this question as my world turns dark.

Shit. I'm dead, aren't I...

I never believed in a heaven or hell. Maybe that's why when I arrive to the afterlife, it's just nothing. Just me and a neverending black floor with a black sky.

Well, what do I do now? Walk for all eternity? Sit? If that's what my fate is going to be now, at least I should make it fun. I sit down since there's no way I feel like walking and start to think about anything and everything.

"I'm sorry, Dabi" is the first thing I think of.

I'm sorry that I wasn't a better girlfriend; that I spent most of my time working and laughing at memes instead of spoiling the hell out of you.

I'm sorry that I decided to ask you to go on a date to the zoo even though you told me going to public places wasn't safe; that I was too selfish and too loving of animals to even think twice about why you would warn me about such a thing.