"Marred" {Dabi X OC} ❌Discontinued❌

Chapter 7: Nervous

"Don't question me, Mirea." The proximity between the both of us made my nerves sky rocket. The confusion of everything that happened in the store and right now had me tongue tied. I didn't have a smart-aleck comment for him or even any kind of statement, I couldn't say anything. His grip was loose, but I didn't feel anger behind his assertive persistence to keep me bound, it felt somewhat... protective. I felt powerless against him in this moment, so vulnerable and weak, and yet I didn't fight back.

"You gonna answer me? Or are you we just going to stand here all night?" He finally broke the silence, his eyes piercing into the depths of my soul.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, never breaking eye contact, trying to reassure him that I understood, but in reality I didn't. I thought he'd back away after I apologized, but he didn't. Instead he leaned forward, allowing the staples on the side of his face to brush against my left cheek. He pressed his chest firmly against my own, I could smell the cologne he wore mixed with his sweat. He smells... really good.

"I don't want an apology. I want you to understand." His hot breath was now trailing down my neck, causing goosebumps to cover the top of my skin. Was he... was he worried? Jealous? Angry? I can't ever read him, he's so confusing. One moment he's kicking my butt, bossing me around, or treating me like dirt. But then tonight, he came back for me, he allowed me to cling to him, he only grabbed one case of beer so I could hold his sleeve, and he's talking to me differently. I don't know-

"Do you understand or not? It's not that complicated." I knew he had a knack for being impatient and I didn't want to anger him with my silence.

"I-uh actually d-don't understand." I need to be honest with him, I need him to trust me. Without the truth, no trust can be built. He lightly chuckled in my ear, his breath making my hair tickle the side of my neck. He pulls his face away from my neck, his nose is now centimeters away from my own.

"Jesus you are so clueless. We'll work on that later." He hastily pushes away from me, his back now turned to me as he picks up the case of beer on the ground.

"Come on. Let's go." He began to walk away from me, and like a moth drawn to a flame, I followed.

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Dabi and I went back to our same routine, nothing special, but I was getting better at hand to hand combat. However, I will say, Dabi was a lot less rude, to me at least. He still trained me hard, but instead of pushing me to my breaking point, he would allow me to rest when I needed to. His words replayed in my head like a broken record; "Don't ever do what you did to me to another man again." What did he mean by that? I thought he didn't give a monkey's butt about me, but now I'm questioning that.

"You seem quite preoccupied, my dear." Mr. Compress approached the bar I was sitting at and took his own seat.

"Yeah..." I was preoccupied, I thought all villains were the same. Now I'm questioning everything, one thing that I shouldn't be doing.

"Want me to shine a little light on the question?" Mr. Compress sat cross legged on the stool facing me.

"Actually yes. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I thought all villains were the same. They committed crimes for their own sick pleasure because they can. I thought they abandoned their sense of humanity, such as feelings. But... You, Twice and even Dabi have made me question everything that was taught to me. I just... I don't understand anymore. I was made to believe villains are evil and heroes are righteous, but now I'm not sure that's the case. I'm not saying I necessarily want to become a villain, I'm just... conflicted." When I peered up at Mr. Compress I regretted letting my mouth have a spilling spree. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, I wanted to apologize, but it was too late for that. I began to pick at my fingernails and I diverted my gaze towards my hands. He didn't speak for a few seconds, until I felt his hand on top of my own.