"Marred" {Dabi X OC} ❌Discontinued❌

Chapter 5: Humor You

"My role?" Dabi is now towering over my body, sneering down at me with a demanding smirk forming on his lips.

"Did you think I just brought you here for shits and giggles?" Biting the inside of my lip, I divert my gaze away from his own in hopes of hiding my ignorance.

"You really are a dumbass. I should've just left you there for good ole trusty Rusty." His words flipped some kind of switch that led to my anger, I felt power surge throughout my small figure. I abruptly stand up from the barstool, astonishingly enough Dabi is taken back by my sudden assertiveness. His daring smirk and attentive eyes suggest his excitement for what is to come in the near future. This butthole! All he does is pick on me! I'm tired of it! Imma... uh... I'm gonna cuss him out! Yeah, here I go! With a lifted chin and balled fists, I gather the small amount of strength I have writhing in my little frame and begin to speak.

"Y-you... You... you.... You are just a... a freakin'... dumb-" I cut myself off when I can't exactly find the right words to say that'll boost my confidence, but shrink his at the same time. Embarrassed with my sudden outburst, I stare straightforward into the chest of the villain I was about to tell off. Purple skin... And the staples... I wonder if they hurt? I wonder if he did that to himself or if someone did that to him? My arm subconsciously lifts upward towards the chest in front of me, my fingers stretch forward to touch the purple skin patching his lanky body. Before my fingertips could brush his skin, I'm roughly forced backwards until the middle of my spine crashes into the bar. Sweaty hands have taken both of my wrists and have stretched them out beside my body. The pressure on both my wrists indicates that Dabi is infuriated at what I was about to do, like me being curious was forbidden. Well, curiosity is about to kill the cat. Ah geez, I messed up. I didn't mean it in a weird way, it's just I've never seen skin so... damaged. I tug at my bottom lip with my top two teeth, hoping that he will just cuss me out instead of physically harming me.

"What tha fuck do you think you're doing?" The hostility behind his words caused my whole body to shutter underneath his grip. How do I even answer that? Dump knuckles! I didn't even know what I was doing, so how do I even answer that?!?

"I-I don't k-know..." I almost inaudibly mutter, I don't dare lift my eyes upward because I know once I do, I'll see that stare in my nightmares tonight.

"Well you better fucking figure it out." My fingernails begin to claw the palm of my hand at his ambitious demand. Holy Roly-Poly, what do I say? Maybe silence is the best answer! Wait no, he won't like that. Ahhhhhh! Why am I so stupid?!? Why did I even reach towards him? I don't wanna touch this dude, or even want him touching me. And yet... my hand just automatically reached forward like I was being controlled... I don't know why it did it... How am I suppose to answer him when I don't even know why I did it? Frustrated with myself, I quickly shut my eyes before tears can leave them. Oh gosh, don't cry! Don't be a baby!

"I don't k-know." I stutter, my voice croaking from dryness like I haven't drank anything in weeks.

"Bullshit! Why the fuck were you about to fucking touch me?!?" Bitterness elopes his earnest tone, but with my body still shaken with fear I don't speak.

"Fucking answer me, goddamn it!" Heat surrounds both of my wrists and I panically gape up at Dabi. My eyes broaden significantly more when I see his perplexed expression; enlarged eyes, parted lips, chest quickly heaving, and eyebrows furrowed. He's... confused? Or is he angry? I... I just... I...

"They just looked like they hurt." I tenderly whisper, not even knowing if what I said was true or not. I scan his face taking notice that without the patches of scarred flesh mixed in with staples, his skin would be absolutely flawless; well, besides the three piercings on the right side of his nose too. I feel the grip around my wrists slightly loosen and he now shows off a deadpanned expression. A heavy sigh is released from his mouth when he backs away from me, his hands no longer holding me against my will. I immediately bring my arms into my chest in a defensive manner, I begin to rub my left forearm with my hand hoping the heat will leave it. He's got a major problem with pinning my arms... I'm guessing it's thanks to my quirk. Oh.... That's probably what he thought I was doing... I'm dumb. Extremely dumb.