crazy = genius ༄ dabi x reader

• Daddy Issues. •

"I sort of-maybe pissed of Spinner, the big lizard guy." You'd wince as Dabi pulled you up. He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "Love ya', so what did you get me?" You'd ask, leaning towards him.

He backed up, handing you the clothes. You'd walk to the bathroom, opening the bag. There was a Gucci-Hah, what the hell, he wouldn't get that for you in a millions years. But seriously, there was some expensive shit in there. You didn't know a low-life villain could be rich. (The clothes shown that were in the author's note that I oh-so graciously gave you) You'd guess that all these motherfuckers were broke ass bitches like you, perhaps homeless even. You threw on the stripped turtleneck in first, throwing the black t-shirt on next.

"Are you done yet?" Dabi asked, knocking on the door. You were almost done, adjusting the glasses on top of your head. You'd walk out.

"Ta-da!" You'd grin.

"Here-let me help." Dabi grumbled, fumbling with a hair tie if your hair was long. He'd push the glasses onto your face, adding an extra chain or two which came out of thin air. "Much better." You'd stare at him, rubbing your oh-so just broken wrist. "Does that hurt?"

"Oh my god! He cares about me!" You'd cry, through your arms around him. Dabi pushed you off, ticked off. "Why so could, bunny-boo?" You'd pout, "I'm in critical condition- my wrist is snapped-"

"Stop being so dramatic-" Dabi sighed.

"B-But-"

"Oo! [L/N] good outfit!" Twice whistled, "Looking good for a homeless person-"

"I know~" You'd wiggle your eyebrows while throwing a nearby vase with your off-hand. It weakly crashed into the ground beside Twice.

"That. Was pitiful." Dabi shook his head in disappointment.

"Will you take me to the hospital?~"

"No."

"WHAT-!"

"I'm not paying."

"But you're richhhhhhh-"

"His daddy's got money." Twice butt in.

"Tch."

"Not denying it huh, who's your daddy?" You'd asked, "You're my daddy-" Then which Dabi proceeds to yeet you into the bar stools.

"FUCKING SHIT DABI, YOU BROKE MY BACK-" You'd cry.

"Are you okay?" Twice asked

"DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU-" You'd yell, pushing yourself up before falling face-forward into the floor. "Fuck-my nose-" You'd sit up, rubbing your cheek. "Somebody has issues-" You'd mutter, glaring at Dabi who mindlessly stared at you. You'd meet his eyes, still breathtaking. You'd notice that they were clouded, with what? You couldn't exactly tell. A hint of sadness and anger. Frustration? Maybe even a dash of remorse? A sense of loneliness? You bit your lip, maybe his dad was a touchy subject, a clear sign of daddy issues. Your eyes softened, your hard gaze softening, your lips opening to speak.

"Don't." He'd cut you off before you even said a word. You'd shut your mouth, eyes watering. You were severely in pain, your head hurt like hell, not to mention your broken wrist and probably several other body parts after Dabi yeeted you.

"Twice, where did I go wrong?" You'd ask as helped you up. He'd help you get to a comfort seat in the back of the room.

"I don't know. It's always been a touchy subject. I should have warned you, kiddo." Twice sighed.

"It's not your fault, I just messed with him a bit too much." You'd frown, rubbing your wrist. "Didn't think he'd have severe daddy issues."

"What about you, if you don't mind me asking?"