Murders in Tokyo |Bakugou x Reader x Dabi||

45||DEAD TO ME

{THIRD PERSON POV}

Dabi and (name) tore through the woods, Dabi retained the lead with a firm grip on her wrist. His pace was too quick for her at moments and she found herself tripping over stones and loose roots.

"Slow down," she breathed.

Dabi glanced behind him. He was irritated that she couldn't keep up, and if he didn't need her to trust him so badly he would have spewed a threat. Instead, he turned around and placed his hands on her waist.

"We need to hurry, we can't let them catch us."

(Name) was confused, for a number of reasons. She had finally shut down, mentally and emotionally, and had no room to process his words. Why was she running again? Why did she let him kiss her? All these questions circled around the outskirts of her brain, only thought about in passing.

The center of her thoughts retained her emotions, emotions that confused and deeply troubled her. Why did she want to go with him? What games had he played on her mind? The problem was, that while she recognized the manipulation for what it was, she couldn't decipher what thoughts were hers and what thoughts were his.

Then what could she trust?

When her mind fell blank with answers, she decided it would have to be her gut. At one point, she remembered her gut never lead her wrong. She was fairly certain that this notion hadn't been tampered with.

"Why?"

"We killed him," Dabi reminded, one of his hands raised to skim her cheek. He stopped the motion as quickly as it began. They needed to move, so move he did. "Kirishima is dead because of us, they'll never let you back into the station, they'll hate you."

If she had killed Kirishima, didn't she deserve their hatred? At some point, she had cared for these people. When did she stop? Was it because of Dabi? Or a personal revelation?

(Name) tried to listen to her gut, but it seemed to have nothing to say.

She followed without protest this time, something Dabi was entirely grateful for. He watched as the trees cleared and the pair rushed into a field.

"What are we doing?"

It seemed to Dabi that (name) spoke in questions more than statements these days. He felt what could be described as warranted arrogance. This was gonna go in his favor, she looked to him for answers, for reasoning. Dabi now filled in the gaps that her mind couldn't. It had been difficult, but he had broken her down to flesh and bones, her mind was left impressionable and entirely in his hands.

"This is the grand finale."

(Name) didn't like the sound of that. What was the point of running if there was gonna be a grand finale? Why not just keep it there? Why have a grand finale at all? Unless he was sure he was going to win. (Name) mulled over this, about how he might secure his victory. That lead to another obvious question: what would Dabi consider victory?

Considering the excessive amount of arrogance (name) had observed from him, victory would be a purely emotional one. He would wave something in front of their face, pull the wool over their eyes, and run.

What would he wave in front of their eyes?

The answer jarred her, it was herself. She recalled when Dabi told her they all thought she was dead. They'll never know she killed Kirishima if they were never told. She could pin it all on Dabi. Part of her felt guilty for having the idea, something about him had rooted inside of her and taken hold. She looked at him, and he looked back with cold eyes.