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3 days later
"DABI, DO YOU HAVE PAPER?" Y/n asked, knocking on his bedroom door. Dabi cracked it open, glaring at her. "Paper?"
"Yeah...the things you can write on?"
"Just because you decided to live here, does not mean you're allowed to smart mouth me." He mumbled, closing his door. When it opened again, he held out a piece of paper along with a pen. "Have fun with it."
"Thanks." She took the materials out of his hand and walked across the hallway to her room. She quickly closed the door and sat on her bed, placing the paper on top of her thigh.
She clicked the pen, writing the title;
Who is Dabi?
Alright y/n. Right down all the weird instances with him. He can't just be some normal villain whose kidnapped you. It doesn't add up.
Let's see....he knew my name before I even told him, but I'm pretty known in the downtown area, so that's not super weird....however...he did look surprised when I told him I was a stripper, like he didn't know before...
Hmmmm...we won't kill me, which is super odd for a villian. Whenever I would try to escape, he did nothing but be disappointed with me. And when I jumped out the window, he jumped after me and protected my head from the fall....what kind of bad guy does that?
Okay, next thing...he looks at me funny. Not in a murderous way, but in a soft way. And he's always tending to my wounds and bruises, even if it's a small cut.
He says things like, "I'll protect you." Protect me from what, exactly? That's beyond me.
Oh! And the book he gifted me! It was my favorite book as a kid! I mean...it's a very popular book, but that can't just be some coincidence, right?
Ugh, this is racking my brain. This feels like a major case of deja vu.
Y/n dropped the pen and sighed. "Who are you, Dabi?" She whispered. Suddenly, her bedroom door opened, Dabi walking in. "Y/n-"
Startled, y/n activated her quirk, shattering the paper into pieces. Dabi stood there, batting his eyes. "...Um, are you okay?"
"Don't just walk into a woman's room without knocking, you perv!" Y/n hissed. Dabi chuckled. "Sorry, I just came by to drop off your laundry." He explained, walking towards her dresser. As he put away her pajamas, y/n examined him.
He doesn't look familiar in anyway...then again, his scars make it hard to imagine what he looks like without em'...
"Dabi?" Y/n muttered. Dabi turned around, standing up straight to look at her.
His posture is surprisingly proper...do I know anyone who stands like that?
"If you don't mind me asking...how did you get those scars?"
Dabi stared at her, his eyebrows furrowing. "I don't see how that's any of your business." He growled, turning back to the dresser to continue folding clothes.
He's pretty short tempered too...one minute he's saying crazy stuff like "I'll keep you safe." and then the next, he says, "Don't ask questions, it's not your place to know."
...Come on, y/n, keep pressing him. We already know he isn't going to hurt you.
"I don't see how it's not any of my business." Y/n pushed off the bed and walked towards him. "The only thing I know about you is your name. I'd say that's a little unfair."
"Quit talking." He mumbled.
"Seriously? I can't know a single thing about you? Who even are you, Dabi!?--"
"I said shut your trap!!" He yelled, lifting his hand to the side of her face, releasing a large blue flame. Y/n's heart dropped, as she felt the high temperature of his fire warm her cheek.
Dabi noticed the fear in her eyes, and retreated his arm to his side. He quickly brushed past her. "Do your own goddam laundry." He cursed, slamming the door behind him.
Y/n took in a deep breath of frustration, kicking the dresser. "What a brat."
