Hey y'all, I hope you believe in the Dabi/Todoroki theory ;)
Edit: bruh if I swear I get one more "iT wAs CoNfIrMeD AlReAdY" comment I will go insane. This book is old, from before Dabi was even in more than a few chapters :)) I'm not changing it. I know it was confirmed I read the manga :) I appreciate support but get off my ass about it
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It was a long day, and you weren't sure if you could take much more at this point. You walked down the dimly lit street with your keys between your fingers, ready to defend yourself. You walked right into a puddle and the cold water splashed up onto your pants. "Shit," you shrieked a little too loud.
The sound of the nearby busy roads masked the click of your heels and huffs of discontent. You gripped your purse tighter as you walked by a gang of thugs. They commented on your body, then laughed after one of them made a cruel remark. You said nothing and walked faster as you noticed they were following you now.
You reached into your bag to find the pepper spray you carried with you, but to your dismay, you had left it at home this morning. You looked over your shoulder to see them still following you, not breaking eye contact with your trembling body. Their voices grew louder behind you, and you realized they were merely feet away.
At that point, you went into a full-fledged run. You screamed at the top of your lungs to alert nearby civilians. They ran after you, diligently attempting to catch up to you. Finally, a big man in a beanie with a jean jacket cut you off by stopping right in front of you. You spun on your heel to run the opposite direction, but there was another man behind you. You were surrounded. "Help!" You screamed. The group laughed and closed in. "Get away!"
"Take off your coat, bitch," one of the men growled. You let out a sob in a desperate plea for him to not make you do this. He flipped out a pocket knife in retaliation. You silently took off your jacket and shivered as the cold air hit your bare arms. You were left in your jeans and your blouse, not nearly enough for you to defend against the elements. One man reached out to brush his grimy hand against your cheek, but you slapped it away. Tears streamed down your face, leaving your cheeks cold from the air.
From behind you, one of the thugs ripped off your shirt. You screamed out in surprise. Fuck. I'm going to die tonight. I'm going to fucking die.
"Give that back," you muttered to him. He chuckled and tossed it aside, soaking it on the wet pavement. You put your head in your hands and tried to block out the feeling of their cold hands prodding your body in different places. They pinched your butt and stroked your chest despite your protests. Why me? You thought.
Just as you thought this, you felt roaring fire around you. You screamed in fear and fell to the ground. You took your hands off your face and looked up. Blue flames blurred your vision, and all you could hear was the screams of the men. The flame ceased, and you could see them sprint off. You squeezed your eyes shut and quivered on the ground, thankful for whatever force saved you. A hot hand touched your shoulder.
You opened your eyes and looked up at the guy standing above you. He had patchwork scars on his face, and spiky black hair. You looked at the hand on your should and saw the same patchwork scars on his wrists and arms. Weird...
He helped you stand up, then took off his black jacket and gave it to you to put on. Purple scars ran up his bare arms, and you wondered if the rough skin could even feel the cold air that surrounded you. "Are you a hero?" You asked. "I've never seen you before." He sighed.
"Honey, a hero is the last thing that I am. I guess I understand why you would think that, though. I did save you just now," he replied. You looked into his blue eyes and wondered what he was.
"What are you?" you accidentally said out loud. You regretted it immediately.
"I'm a villain. Not a hero," he said as he walked off. "Heroes are the scum of the Earth. I do what's right, but I'm not a hero." You started chasing after him and grabbed his shoulder. He flinched wildly and spun around with wild eyes, like he wasn't used to being touched. "Don't follow me," he shrilled. Your mouth hung agape at his rudeness.
"What's your issue? Can't I at least thank you?" You begged.
"I don't want compensation or thanks. Stay away," he snarled. Something nagged your mind. Something seemed familiar.
"Have I met you before?" You asked, ignoring his demands to leave him alone.
"No. I don't know you. You don't know me. Now leave!" Little flames traced in between his fingers. You looked closer at his face. He seemed so familiar, but so distant. You couldn't tell. The freckles dotting his nose, his blue eyes, his personality, they all seemed so recognizable.
Then it snapped in your head. "T-Touya?" You whispered. He started to quake.
"That's not my name. My name is Dabi," he whispered back. He clenched his fists.
"Touya... I remember you. We lived close. We... we played together. You were my best friend. Remember? We were friends. What happened?" You pleaded. He shook his head.
"That's not me anymore. I left. I'm not Touya Todoroki. I'm just Dabi. That man... that cruel man drove me out. I couldn't bear to see him hurt them like that," he coldly stated. He stared you in the eyes sharply. You shuttered at his eye contact.
"I understand. Please, just let me help you. You don't have to live like this. You can be better than him. You can reunite with your siblings and mother. Tell everyone who Enji is. They won't like him after that."
He said nothing. You took a step forward to him. He stayed frozen in place. You looked up at his scarred face and saw tears in the corners of his eyes. "Please. Help me find myself again. I'm lost. I can't live like this. Find me," he cried softly. Your hand brushed the jagged skin on his jaw, and traced down to his bottom lip. It wasn't very recognizable as a lip, but you could picture his old face in your head, and you knew exactly what his lip used to look like.
"You used to be so handsome. You still are," you said. He shivered.
"Did you love me, Y/N?" He asked quietly. The tears on his face had dried and left a serious look in his face. You remembered the last night you saw him. He kissed you and told you he would die, but you took it as a joke. The months prior to his disappearance, he slowly grew more cynical and hopeless. You knew you could have saved him, but you didn't. You regretted it. Every day since that night, you felt guilt. You felt responsible for his "death." But here he was. He might as well have been a ghost.
"I... I did. Before you left, I wanted to tell you. I can't believe I finally found you again," you admitted. "Did you love me?"
"I still do," he whispered. You were shocked to your core. It had been at least a couple of years since he saw you last, how did he find you again, how did he still love you?
"How did you find me tonight?" You asked.
"I live nearby. I heard someone screaming, so I came down here to find out what was happening. I didn't realize it was you at first. But I saw your face crying and I heard your voice, and I knew it was you. I saved you before I could think. I didn't want you to know it was me though..." he croaked.
"Thank you for saving me. And I don't wanna lose you again. I still love you too," you squeaked. His eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect you to still love him. The love you had for him had been rekindled. You missed him. His piercing blue eyes searched you. He couldn't handle it if you had been lying.
"What if I show you where I live? That way, when you need me you can come to me. I don't really have a phone anymore... but this is what I can do for you for now," he offered. You nodded and took his hand as he led you towards a broken down looking apartment building. For how scarred he was, his hands were surprisingly soft...
"Why did you dye your hair black?" You asked him as he led you.
"It helps conceal my identity. My white hair was too much like my mother's," he mused.
"I like it this way," you said. You saw red rise to the smooth areas of his face. He pushed open a door and led you into the building, and up some dimly lit stairs. Once you got to the second story, you followed him down the musty hallway. He stopped in front of apartment number 258. He unlocked it with ease and walked inside. As you entered, you were surprised of how the atmosphere changed from the hallway to the small room. It smelled a lot nicer than the hallway. The furniture was modest, probably bought for a cheap price, but it worked well with how the rest of the room looked. His back was facing towards you.
"Here it is," he sighed. "Sorry it's not much. It's hard to come by work when you look like this. Everyone thinks I look so sinister and scary."
"No you don't, Touya. They're fools for not hiring you," you said. He flinched at the sound of his birth name, but started laughing anyway.
"Don't worry, I was joking. I still joke, Y/N. Although it is true, it doesn't bother me," he chuckled. Your face ran red in embarrassment. He turned around to face you, standing tall over you. His smooth hands brushed down your arms. You could feel how warm they were through the fabric of his coat.
"You're still beautiful," he whispered. "After all this time, you still are." His hand went up to your face and caressed your cheek. He sucked air in through his teeth suddenly.
"Is everything okay?" You asked.
"Yes. I'm just not used to soft skin like this. Call it stupid, but I miss mine," he said longingly. You placed your hand over his, and leaned your head into his palm.
"It's not stupid. And you can feel all of my skin if you want," you offered. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the suggestion of touching your body. You sensed the nervous tension growing inside of him, so you backed off to let him calm down. You let his jacket slide off of you and onto the floor, revealing your bra once again. His eyes grew two sizes, like he would have never expected to see you like this.
"You don't have to do this, Y/N. I'm sure you just pity me or something. I don't wanna force you," he muttered.
"I want to do this. I love you, Touya. I have for years," you said before kissing him on the lips gently. He didn't fight it, he just kissed you back. To your surprise, that was all the convincing he needed. His hand slid up your back and he wrapped you up into a warm embrace. You let him squeeze you tightly into him.
Your hands trailed up his white t-shirt and pulled at it to take it off. He backed off for a second to tear of his shirt to reveal his muscular physique, then went right back to locking lips with you. His tongue traced yours roughly, his lips moving in motion with yours. His hands glided up to the hook of your bra, unhooking it with ease. It fell to the floor between you, hardly making a noise as it hit the ground. He then gently caressed your bare chest flicking your nipple with his fingers, and rubbing them softly. You let out a little moan as he kissed the dip between your neck and shoulder.
His right hand trailed down your bare waist and down to your ass, squeezing it tightly. You gasped, then smiled at his initiative. You took off your jeans and underwear in one swift movement. He stood back for a moment to admire your body, drinking it in. You broke his stare by dropping to your knees and unzipping his pants before he could protest. His excited member bursted out at you. His size made you worry if you could take it all, but it was better to try than to say you couldn't. You wrapped your hand around it and started stroking slowly. You looked up to see his narrow eyes raking over the sight of you jacking him off. He bit his bottom lip and twitched his cheek slightly. You turned your attention back down to your hands on his cock.
You placed your mouth on the head, then reluctantly started to take more and more in with small strokes. You heard his breathing hitch as it hit the back of your throat finally, and he grasped at your hair roughly. He must've realized how tight he was holding on, because he loosened his grip, but still kept his hands on your head. You bobbed your head up and down, taking it all in fast, then pulling it out slowly, all while you twisted your hand around the base. His hands started guiding your head back and forth more and more, until he was full on face-fucking you. You braced yourself by placing your hands on his thighs, gripping into them tightly. You gagged each time it hit the back, a sound that made him that much more turned on. He thrusted his hips spastically, letting out deep and quiet growls of pleasure.
"Oh fuck," he grumbled. "I can't finish yet." He pulled out of your mouth and yanked you up. He took off his pants and boots, then led you to the dining area. He started kissing you again, placing his hand on your ass firmly. He pulled you into him, and held his other hand on your hair. He gripped your butt, then slapped it hard, but not hard enough to hurt you. He gently bit your bottom lip, then let it go, looking into your eyes with a sultry flame in his eye. His hand slid off of your bottom then went further down, towards your throbbing pussy. He teased you endlessly by making little circles on your clit, then plunging his hot fingers into your hole. You moaned as he curled and uncurled them inside you.
"Please don't tease me, Touya," you begged. He smirked knowingly.
"Fine. But only because you're so damn beautiful," he smiled. He bent you over the nearby table quickly, and before you knew what was going on, he was pounding into you. His hand grabbed your ass, and the other curled into your hair. He pulled it as he thrusted into you methodically, letting out soft growls.
"Aaaah!" You screamed. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, and it filled you up entirely. "Touya! Fffuck," you moaned. Your protests only made him want to go faster. He slapped your ass once again, and pushed himself into you even deeper.
You let out a long and loud moan as he hit your g-spot, and he realized that was the perfect spot to hit. He kept hitting that spot over and over, sending you to new heights of pleasure that you didn't know existed. Waves of pleasure washed over you as you felt a knot growing in your stomach. You dug your fingernails into the wooden table and left little scratches on the surface. Your feet left the floor and wrapped around his legs.
You moaned as your walls clenched around him, you could hardly control the noises you were making. "Yes, right there. Right there Touya. Fuck!" You screamed. He quickened up his pace to make sure you wouldn't be able to walk next morning. You let out one last moan as you came intensely, feeling your body go limp. You rested your head on the surface of the cool table as you continued to convulse on his cock.
"I'm coming," he moaned as he pulled out of you. You spun around and got on your knees in front of him, letting him release all over your face. "Fuck, Y/N. You're a little slut, aren't you? You're so amazing," he said after he finished coming on your face. He went to get a rag, then wiped off your face. He helped you to stand up, then kissed you once again.
"Please, feel free to come around here any time," he said, breaking the kiss.
"I will," you laughed. He embraced you, then carried you to his bedroom. You lay down next to him, then slept comfortably on his chest all night.
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Hey y'all, I hope you like this one! I really believe in the Dabi/Todoroki theory, so this one was fun to write! Sorry it took to long to get out though.
Thank you so much for reading, and as always, please leave suggestions for future stories and what I can can do better!
-Liv💙
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