Frozen Flame(Dabi x Reader)

Markings

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I fucked up

Dabi didn't say a single word to you since the incident.

He didn't make a single move to touch you.

And his eyes were covered by his raven black flocks that casted a shadow over his face and denied of you the sight of his cobalt blue eyes, denied the option to read him and understand what the fuck was going on.

You knew he's mad. Really mad.

So mad that the moment you saw him you saw your life flash in front of you and burn in illusional blue flames.

But Dabi didn't lay a finger on you.

Hell, for a moment you wished he did.

Everything but this...anxiety.

You were walking behind him and every muscle in your body was tense with fear. His face didn't show any emotion from the moment he turned and walked away from where you and Bakugou once stood, and up to now.

Even when Shigaraki instructed the league to scatter and wait for a further notice, he just walked away, without telling you anything. From the overall direction you were walking in, you assumed he headed back to his apartment.

Were you even supposed to follow him?

Maybe...maybe he doesn't want you anymore?

Maybe he's that betrayed...

That he won't even lift a finger to get rid of you.

Maybe you were that dead to him by now.

"D..Da..bi.." you shakenly let out, choking on the tears you were trying to hold in.

You didn't want to lose Dabi. He was the one person that accepted you as you were,

That LOVED you as you are, that made you feel like everything is gonna be alright, as long as the two of you are together. He made you feel like he'd protect you to death, both from the world, and from yourself. Ever since you moved to his place you barely had any intrusive thoughts, and if you did, Dabi made sure to wipe them of existence with a hug and sweet words only he could come up with.

What are you without Dabi?

Just...you.

Plain old boring you.

"we'll be home soon." He coldly answered and cut the thought off.

Home?

Did you really want to go home right now?

You were already suffocating in this windy street, with a safe distance between the two of you. Only the thought of you being locked in the same house with him, the deafening silence killing you piece by piece inside.

Maybe this was your punishment? Ignoring you until he drives you insane and only then finishing you off.

I'd rather be cremated right here on the spot, that will save him the trouble of cleaning up.

As if he would clean it up.

His apartment was dusty before you came there and brought life to the place. He never ate home or did anything beside sleep or sit on the sofa, so everything looked like it was standing untouched for years.

Maybe he'll just leave my ashes on the floor, after all he said he wants me by his side forever.

The thought that was supposed to be humorous did mor to anxious you more than make you feel better.