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"ANY ATTEMPT TO USE YOUR QUIRK, and I'll cremated you." Dabi threatened.
"Who the hell are you!?" Y/n shouted, shifting aggressively in the chair. "Who said you could ask questions?" Dabi hissed, stepping forward.
Y/n's heart raced.
...He isn't going to kill me. He had the chance to back at the apartment.
Y/n looked around the room. There was no windows, not even furniture. If she was going to use her quirk to break through the wall, it would surely drain all of her energy, but it gives her a better chance of escaping rather than listening to the villains' commands.
Y/n looked back at the man. "What. Is. Your. Name." Y/n snapped. Dabi did nothing but glare at her. "Ask me that again, and I'll burn you to ashes."
Y/n scoffed. "You aren't going to kill me." She coyed, locking her hazel eyes with his deep, blue ones.
She figured me out...you always were smart.
The rope holding her ankles and wrist together shattered into pieces.
Y/n swiftly pulled the chair out from under her, swinging it at Dabi. "aaaaaAAAAH!" She shouted as she chucked the chair. Dabi aimed his flames at the chair as y/n ran to the wall.
She placed her hand onto the brick, cracks breaking into it. Suddenly, her body was being pressed into the wall. Dabi held her wrist behind her, squeezing them against her back. He slipped his arm around her waist, locking her against the wall.
"You're right. I'm not going to kill you. But if I have to, I'll hurt you till you start obeying." He whispered, his cold breath touching her ear. Y/n let out a small whimper. "Now then, you're going to listen carefully."
"I'm not doing shit-" Y/n sassed, before Dabi gripped her neck and pulled her head back, bringing it towards his shoulder. Y/n winced in pain.
Dabi remembered the bruise left by her father, and loosened his grip.
"Quit making this difficult, y/n. I'm helping you."
Y/n's eyes widened. How does he know my name?
"You will not resist. You will stay here with me, under my protection. Any attempt to escape, and I will punish you. Do you hear me?"
Y/n stayed silent, tears streaming down her face. Protection? What the fuck is wrong with this man?
Dabi felt her tears fall onto his fingers. He felt a wave a guilt take over him. He let go of her wrist and neck, pulling his body away from hers.
"Come on, I'll show you to your room. You can take a shower too." He mumbled, walking towards the door. Y/n let go of her breath, as she was holding it in the entire time.
"Let's go." Dabi demanded. "Give me a second!" Y/n hissed, holding her stomach. Dabi watched as she composed herself, leaning her elbow against the wall.
She turned to him, taking in a deep breath, limping towards him. Dabi cocked his head as he opened the door. "Why are you limping."
"Fuck off." Y/n hissed, brushing past him and into the hallway of the unknown building she was in. Dabi grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
"Don't disrespect me either." He grunted.
Y/n continued to face the other direction, staring at the ground. She yanked her wrist out of his grip. "Let me ask again. Why are you limping?"
"...It's an old injury."
"From what?"
God he's so fucking nosy.
"...My parents. You know, the ones you murdered?" She mumbled.
Dabi felt anger rise in his chest, but quickly calmed down. "What did they do?"
"...I pissed them off and they stabbed me in the thigh, now fuck off and tell me where my room is."
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After taking a warm shower and changing into the clothes provided for her, y/n opened the door to her room. It was a room made of brick, with a window on the back wall. Outside the window was another building, so there was no beautiful view to look at.
There was a decently sized bed in the corner, along with a small dresser, a nightstand with a lamp, and a mirror attached to the wall.
...This is an oddly well put together room for a kidnapper.
She then noticed the man sitting in a chair next to the bed, a first aid kit opened. He turned to her. "Come here."
"What?"
"You have a bunch of bruises. I'm going to take care of them."
