Ghost. {Sabo x Reader}

The Past.

Your eyes follow the blonde's every move as you take a seat on the couch, watching as he settles in the armchair opposite you.

Apparently the furniture wasn't being handled very carefully by Doflamingo's employees, you've spotted several new rips and markings on the fabric but luckily for him, you're far too preoccupied to do anything about that right now.

"So...Mr. Ghost," You sarcastically begin as your defence sets in, he hasn't yet caused you any harm but you still just can't shake the paranoia as you shoot the blonde a subtle glare. "You got a name?"

"Sabo." He simply answers without hesitation, without even a flinch. "My name is Sabo, I'm 22, Pisces and my birthday is the 20th of March, not that it matters anymore."

The bold reply certainly shakes you for a moment, your eyes widening as you stare at the man stupefied while your brain struggles to absorb all the details at once, all you really end up taking in is his name.

 Sabo. It suits him.

"How did you die?" 

The question seems to knock him a little, much to your surprise, you had assumed that he would have been expecting it but judging by the slight frown on his face and the way he lowers his head, it would seem not. 

It takes a few seconds for him to straighten himself up again, a cheerful (yet clearly forced) smile spreading across his lips as he sweeps his blonde locks out of his face, revealing a large burn over his left eye. 

"Holy shit!" Your gasped response isn't what you'd usually blurt out in such a situation but you really hadn't even noticed the scar before, his hair does well to cover it and the fact that you were beyond distracted during your first encounter with the guy...you just never saw it until this moment. 

Crap!

Your heart feels like it's being squeezed when he lets out an airy chuckle at your reaction, dropping his hand and allowing his hair to fall back into it's rightful place, it's only now that you can tell the burn is there if you look closely enough.

He's still very handsome though... 

"This house once caught fire..." He starts to explain, his voice trembling ever so slightly and his eyes avoiding yours as he speaks, you can even make out the thin sheet of sweat beginning to dampen his features already - it's clear that this subject is very traumatising for him. "Faulty wiring from my understanding. I was watching the police investigate the ashes but none of them could hear me, I was so confused." Suddenly a tiny smile tugs on his lips, his eyes still more focused on the empty walls rather than your face though. "My room was directly above where the fire started so I didn't have a chance when it started to spread."

The thought of such a situation pangs at your heartstrings, you've always found fire beautiful but to be caught up in a blaze with nowhere to run and for your skin to begin burning off...it sounds like torture. 

"You're kinda lucky though!" Sabo continues with his adorable smile. "If my brother hadn't kicked down my door and tried to save me, I'd be a lot more burnt up than this. You'd be living with Freddy Krueger!" Despite the blonde's little chuckle at those words, it does little to make you smile, a slight frown etching itself into your features as you half-heartedly kick his foot to gain his full attention. 

"That's not funny."

You immediately see the discomfort enter his face as he mutters a low "No, it's not..." before he returns his gaze back to the wall, you can pick up a lot of emotions just by watching this young man though; sadness, loneliness and confusion mostly.