Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 11 ~

꧁༒☬𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓪, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓪☬༒꧂

"Okay . . . so, our flight is tonight at 9", you muttered, crouching down in front of the bag with your back facing him. "Hmm?", he muttered questioningly. You turned around to glare at him in annoyance, only to find his eyes resting on your what some people would refer to as the bodily part known as the 'arse'.

"Would you be so kind and take the last bit of dignity you have left in your body", you started slowly, "and remove your pair of globular organs of sight from my ass". He chuckled lightly as his lips rose in a half smile, his lifting to meet yours. "My sincerest apologies", he mumbled, "have you ever considered though; not pointing your ass at my face". "The only thing I'll be pointing at you face is a shotgun", you flung the closest thing you could find - a shoe - at him. He dodged it, amused by your reaction. "Don't tell me", his eyes narrowed in challenge, "you don't want your clothes at your apartment after all?".

You clenched your jaw. "Are you aware of the joy you bring me?", your glare deepened, "Especially when you leave the room, trip down a flight of stares and spontaneously catch fire". Dabi's lips twitched upwards. "I'm 100% offended, but that situation might just be realistic enough".

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Home sweet home. A sense of relief washed over you as you looked around your apartment. "Stop wasting time and hurry up", Dabi grumbled, stepping in after you. His eyes scanned your home. You ignored him, the image of running him over with a truck comforting your annoyance gently.

Nonetheless, you walked into your room bedroom and opened your cupboard, taking a bag from the shelf at the very bottom. You frowned as you stared at your clothes, the thought of having to choose between what would come and what would stay, not sitting right with you. The bag was visibly too small, but the thought of leaving some of your clothes behind didn't even come into consideration. You needed variation, after all. Deciding that you'd defy physics if you had to, you started taking clothes from your cupboard and placing them on your bed.

You stared at the heap of clothes that pile out and up over the bags maximum capacity. You'd require god's strength in order to get that closed. You had a feeling that the bag would too, require god's strength to withstand the pressure.

You climbed on top of the bag, trying to get it to close enough so much that you could at least attempt to zip it up. "What's taking you so long?", you heard Dabi complain as he rounded the corner, "what the- what are you doing?". You stared up at him from aggressively trying to close the bag. "What does it look like?", you grunted, struggling against the restraint of the zip. His shoulder shrugged lightly, his lips twitching up in a smirk. "I don't think you'd like my answer", he muttered, staring at your hopeless efforts.

You groaned in defeat, collapsing backwards onto your bed. "Stupid bag", you grumbled. Dabi walked over to your bag, staring at it before looking up to you. "Do you even know how to fold clothes?", he asked, digging his hands into his pockets. "They are folded", you pointed out. "So the answer is no. No, you don't know how to fold clothes", he noted, "how do even have this many clothes? I don't even have a bag that's nearly as big as yours". You frowned at him. "That's no surprise. You have like three-and-a-half clothes". He glared at you. "Three-and-a-half clothes?".