MNHA One Shorts & Drabbles

They Will Be Mine

Dabi didn't know how he had gotten intothis. He was fighting and it was just going to be a simple thing, aneasy mission. But of course it never worked like that. So here he wasunder fire and looking around, there were a few fallen derbies andone civilian. Their (hair color) hair was mussy, probably from havingto jump to get out of the way of the fire-not like the heroes caredabout protecting citizens who, if the bags they had dropped, werejust doing some grocery shopping-creating a (hair color) halo aroundtheir (skin tone) face with their wide (eye color) orbs set inlooking at him with clear fear swirling in the (dark/medium/light)depths.

"Don't worry," he growled out, notreally paying attention to them, "I'm not going to hurt you." Hedidn't even need to threaten them, they couldn't do anything withoutputting themselves in danger, they were a civilian, they didn't needto be told not to play hero.

"You're...you're..."

"Name's Dabi, babe," he chuckled,"and I've got no reason to hurt you, as long as you don't doanything stupid."

"Hurt."

"What?" Were they hurt? Did theyexpect him to patch them up? Like hell. Even if he had the stuff hewouldn't-

"You're hurt." They finally saidand he blinked looking down and saw the dark stain on his jacket andhe realized it was blood. He didn't even feel it. He knew that it wasprobably the adrenaline and he would feel it once it wore off butalso that he was possibly losing a dangerous amount of blood-hedidn't know if it had clotted up or not. He gasped as he saw theirhands coming towards him, glowing a bright light. "The fuck are youdoing? Do you want me to turnyou to kindling?! I told you not to do anything stu-"

"I'm a doctor.You're hurt." They said serenely looking at him without a hint offear anymore, obviously slipping into some kind of doctorprofessionalism. "I can only heal, my quirk can't hurt even if Iwanted it to." They promised and he sighed, letting go and seeingthe hand print but he didn't say anything, he expected them to touchhis side where he was hurt, maybe move aside his shirt and jacket toget a better look.

Insteadthey grabbed his hand, it was gentle, barely a brushing of theirfingertips on his palm. It couldn't have been a shock to his systemmore even if they had punched him instead. Suddenly he got an intensesense of relief, a relief he had never felt before, not on that scaleor strength. Before the best he could do was cold water on his scars,but it was just taking the edge of pain off of him, not like this.There was no pain.None whatsoever. Also not just a small point, his entire body feltfine, no pain at all. He didn't even think about the gash on hisside, to him it was nothing.

Slowlythey pulled back, looking him with concerned eyes however Dabi wasn'tpaying attention at the moment. He was trapped in his mind, he wasn'taware nor cosignet about where he was, what was going on. Histhoughts were focused completely on the (brunette/blonde/redhead/ravenette/etc). They would be his. His thoughts were a deep voidthat there was no hope to pull him out of his thoughts, Idon't care who I have to move, who I have to get rid of, who needs todisappear. I am having them as mine and mine alone.

They were his. Hisand only his.

They just didn'tknow it yet.