Try Me, Bitch |BnHA| |Reader Insert|

Dabi x reader

"So you're telling me, that no one wants to be your friend because you're a murderer?" Your therapist asked, staring down at the clipboard on his lap.

"I've been literally telling you this for weeks," you replied from the couch.

"I see. Can you tell me in greater detail what you mean?"

"Please don't be stupid," you said, "First I killed a lot of people, I attacked my 'friends', then I chose to roll with villains-hence attacking them again... it's pretty self explanatory."

"So you're worried you'll be judged by your past actions," he said. You nodded.

"Isn't that only right?"

"What you've done is nothing to brush off-"

"Wow thanks dude."

"-but, if you've deeply regretted your actions and hold responsibility, then I don't see why you should be worried."

"It's not that I'm worried," you said, "It's a given. People who recognize my face are scared of me." Your thoughts traveled to a certain U.A. student.

"I can think of one in particular."
Your therapist sighed and removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

"Y/n," he said, "The fears you have of rejection, abandonment-of loneliness-isn't going to be settled if you don't try."
You sat back in your seat and crossed your arms.

"Maybe.. maybe not... but what if they don't give me a chance?"

"Then it isn't your fault."
You looked at him, expression solemn.

"I'm scared," you admit, "I don't care if I'm judged by some stereotypical, generalizing sea-biscuits. I care if people constantly bring up my... villainous deeds. Those annoy me."

"There are people out there who love you for who you are," he said, "You just haven't found them yet."

"What if I never find them?"

"Then you're looking in the wrong place."
Just as you were about to ask another question, the skylight above you shattered. Glass fell over your head, forcing you to shield yourself.

"Hey, Doll."
You looked up at the familiar smug voice. Black hair was the first thing you saw. Second was the piercing blue eyes.

"Nipple Boy!"

"..."

"... don't make me regret coming here."

"Sorry."
Your therapist stood up, staring up at Dabi who was hanging upside down.

"You... you're with the League of Villains!" He exclaimed, slowly backing up towards the door. Dabi held out his hand.

"Not so fast." Blue flames roared around the room in a vortex, setting ablaze everything on the other side. Dabi fell from the ceiling, landing in front of you even with the fire still spreading.

"Did you miss me?" He teased, gently pressing his hand to your cheek. You stared up at him.

"Well... kinda, but not enough to consume me into a lovelorn protagonist," you said with a shrug. "But are you okay? I haven't seen you for a while, and-"

"I'm fine. I was looking for you most of the time," he replied. You slowly reached up at cautiously aimed your hand towards his face. He didn't move away, nor did he stop your advances.
You softly placed your fingers on his jaw. Despite the gnarled skin, it was warm-unlike what you thought. It was rough and made your stomach flip with slight nausea. You continued to trace his jawline, though. His eyes grew half-lidded, seemingly entranced by your touch.

"I don't know who you are, Dabi," you said gently, "Which keeps me on edge of whether to trust you or not." You then smiled deviously. "But shit, do I love playing with fire."
With a smirk, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly to his body.

"Okay Nipple Boy, hang on tight."

Your shadow cast by the sun through the window combined with Dabi's. Together, you two flew out of the room and onto the roof of the hospital.

"Where do we go from here?" You asked, looking over the edge. Dabi slid his arm around your shoulders.

"That's your call, Doll. You know where I am."

"I should've burned this place down when I had the chance."

"What's stopping you?" He looked down at you, a knowing look in his eye.

"... god you're such a good influence, the best, 10/10."

That's how Matsuzawa burned to the ground.

Dabi created a small flame in his palm and held it in front of you. You passed your hand through it and caught it in yours. Your red/orange fire transitioned into his blue at the tips.

"Pretty..." You stared, entranced by the three-toned flame. "I'm surprised I got arrested for murder before arson."

"Me too."
You leaned back against his chest, resting your head below his. You softly trailed your hand from his down his arm, feeling the worn skin below your fingers.

"Did it hurt?" You ask quietly.

"... for a little," he replied, "It doesn't, anymore." He pulled his arms back and wrapped them around your waist, lying his head against the nape of your neck.

"What do you think will happen when the pro-heroes find out what I've done?" You asked, looking up into the night sky.

"Who knows, who cares." Came his apathetic reply. "Besides, you're with me. I'm not an easy opponent, you know." The hand pressed against your waist began to grow warm.

"Play with fire, you're going to get burned," you said quietly, "Good thing I'm made of I'm-a-bad-bitch-you-can't-kill-me material."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}