Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 13 ~

꧁༒☬𝓗𝓸𝔀  𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵,   𝓱𝓸𝔀  𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮
 𝓽𝓸  𝓫𝓮  𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭  𝓫𝔂  𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮☬༒꧂

The sun was already standing high when you opened your eyes. You squinted against the bright light, your eyes heavy and dry with sleep. It was hard to resist the temptation to not go back to sleep. You forced yourself to roll over and look at the small, digital clock on your nightstand. You jumped up when you saw that it was already 11:30.

You pushed yourself off of your bed, stretching and letting out a yawn in the process. Your body felt strangely refreshed and relaxed. Maybe it had been the fact that you were finally in a place where you felt safe. You walked over to your bag, opening it to take out a pair of fresh clothes. As you were digging in your bag, your own reflection caught your attention in the mirror across from you. You had merely registered it there on the wall. Yesterday had been much too ... overwhelming.

You sighed, holding your own eyes in the reflection. Many people may have been able to look at themselves objectively in a mirror. To check out their features that they couldn't otherwise see. It never felt quite the same for you though. When you looked in the mirror ... Well, to say the least, you weren't very fond of what you saw. It made you feel a sense of shame. You knew it was from what you'd been repeatedly told in your past and that it had only been said to break you and had no depth to it, but often the words still echoed in your head. Your back and stomach was covered in many ugly and strange scars. Some were small, but some were really large. One ran all the way from your back to the front, across your ribs. You trailed your hand along it, feeling the strange texture.

You looked away from the mirror, swallowing, unable to bear the sight that displayed within the reflective material any longer. It was hard to fight the onslaught of shouts from your own mind in moments like this. They sounded so stupid, but they still made you cringe in shame of yourself. It was things like, you couldn't believe people stared at someone like you, couldn't fathom that you had any friends when you looked like this ... you shook your head. "Shut up", you quietly mumbled to yourself. This wasn't going to get you anywhere.

After finishing up, you headed for the livingroom. You found Jason sitting at a table, absentmindedly staring out of the window in front of an untouched bowl of cereal. "Good morning, Jace", you mumbled, smiling at him as you took a seat opposite him. He looked over at you, his eyes round with surprise. "Oh, Y/N ... I'd hoped I had dreamt that up last night ...", he muttered, "well, not the part about you being here of course...". His voice trailed off as his eyebrows scrunched together.

You sent him an apologetic smile. "Hmm, yeah ... sorry", you said, "unfortunately, you didn't dream any of that. Although, it makes more than just you who wishes it was nothing more and nothing less". He scoffed lightly. "Remind me why again I'm not supposed to have the whole FBI and police forces standing here right now", he grumbled, unenthusiastically lifting a spoon full of cereal to his mouth.

"Because", you finger-gunned at him, "everyone you love and know will die". He sent you a mocking look. "Please, what are they gonna do?", he mumbled with cereal in his mouth, "send assassins after me?". You frowned at him. "Please swallow your food before speaking, that's really gross", you pointed out, "and yes, as a matter of fact, probably worse". He chewed aggressively, throwing up his arms - spoon in hand - to emphasize. "I've literally dealt with worse".