Trauma | Dabi x Reader Comfort Fic

Trauma | Dabi x PTSD! Reader

Among the two of you, Dabi was the scary one. He was the one that kept you up at night with anxiety about his villain work. He was the one who came home bloodied and beaten, and he was the one that would disappear for days on end. He was the stressful one. But there were times that you scared the absolute life out of him. Tonight was one of those times. 

Dabi let himself in as he usually did. The small one bedroom apartment was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of talking and the flickering light which emanated from the open bedroom doorway into the hall. While part of him had been hoping you’d still be up to greet him, he couldn’t deny the sense of peace that washed over him as he stood in the near silence. This tranquility meant that you were safe and asleep, as you should be. He’d never thought domestic life to be quite his style, but he longed for this. He longed to be home where nobody could tell him to do shit. The League of Villains could go screw themselves for all he cared. 

After kicking off his shoes by the door and assuring that he’d locked the door, he followed the soft glow down the hallway like a moth to a flame. Exhaustion had begun to tug at his eyes and his feet moved towards the bed in a seemingly autonomous manner. 

He paused to lean against the doorframe though, his eyes falling on you. 

There was a sight he’d never tire of seeing. You were passed out on top of the duvet in one of his hoodies, while your laptop sat beside you still playing whatever you’d been watching. He grinned to himself ever so slightly as he quietly stepped over to pause it for you. Stripping down to his boxers and shirt, he moved the computer before lowering himself down beside you. 

The bed dipped under his weight and the mattress creaked slightly. Your body jolted a bit beside him, seemingly in response. Though he’d tried not to disturb you, that had been enough to wake you. A soft but nonetheless agitated groan left your slightly parted lips, followed by an equally as quiet remark. 

“Stop.”

A pang of guilt washed over him as you stirred; he always tried to come to bed as quietly as possible to not disturb you, especially with you being as jumpy as you were. Though not only had he woken you up, he’d upset you. Your previously still form was now squirming away uncomfortably.

He reached his long arms out for you in an effort to soothe you back to sleep. Usually you found repose in his embrace, but now you only seemed to toss more as he pulled you against his chest. His features tightened in confusion. Were you mad at him or something? 

“Pissy tonight, are we, doll?” He teased.

You didn’t answer. That’s odd, comments like that always got a reaction from you. 

He let you go, watching as you violently flopped away from him. There was something off about the way you moved. Despite your clear distress, your movements were somehow loose and lethargic. 

It took him a moment to realize that you weren’t actually awake. Shit, you were having another night terror. 

He sat up quickly and shifted towards you, his warm hands wrapping around your shoulders as he tried to wake you up as gently but effectively as possible. 

“Babe.” You jerked at his touch, but didn’t wake. His heart raced in his chest as he hovered over you protectively. You were just getting more upset.