bnha scenarios

dabi | ☁

prompt: dabi is an easily flustered simp. highschool au; upperclassmen + underclassmen !! [1/2]
category: fluff
character: dabi
word count: 2656

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YOU WERE AN ENIGMA. Dabi had no idea why he was so attracted to you. You weren't anything special. You were just like any other underclassmen that he had seen: rushing to class, pleasing teachers and upperclassmen, and always complaining about homework. So why were you, of all goddamn people, stuck in his head?

He had hardly interacted with you anyway! It was only once and that was when the vending machine was most certainly not working in your favor. As he chewed on his bottom lip and watched you exchange your shoes early in the morning, he couldn't help but wonder. You were simple, strategic, and calm.

You were tranquil, like the growing fog that clouded the sun before dissipating to reveal beautiful rays of light. Maybe that's why? Maybe he felt like there was more to you than he saw, but he wouldn't know. Despite his observation skills and popularity in the school, he clearly lacked the social skills to approach the girl that piqued his interest effortlessly.

As you walked past him, he was dazed. You had the attitude of a rolling storm, one that cursed others with eternal doom, but you also had the energy of something drifting at sea, barely visible but still there. Watching you weave in and out of crowds, it was almost an art. Hell, he could even compare you to Moses in the Red Sea.

You were his muse, his interest, his interest: like the female version of Dionysus.

You caught his attention like no other and held onto it effortlessly, his head swiveling with each turn you made. "So," Keigo suddenly cut Dabi's train of thought, smirking childishly at the black-haired male. "Are you going to grow a pair and talk to her or. . . ?" Dabi already knew where this was going, harshly jabbing his elbow into the blond's ribs.

It was obvious that Keigo was the one who was most loved by ladies in their beloved trio; the beloved womanizer of the entire school. He could easily make a woman's panties drop and one smile from him was as an easy ticket to a bathroom break that was used for anything but using the restroom.

Charming, elusive, and flirtatious, he was the school's ultimate Adonis: the God of beauty and desire. And just like that, he would threaten to snatch up Dabi's interest right in front of him if his dark-haired best friend didn't make a move of some sort. It was almost laughable as to how their dynamic worked.

Any other day, Dabi would hardly care, but this was his. It was beautiful, lovable, and beyond intriguing; it was his interest. And he was most certainly not going to let someone like Keigo get ahold of her. "Don't you lay a hand on her," His voice was gruff and harsh, his teal eyes darting to Keigo's as they sharpened to a glare.

"Noted, noted," The blond held up his hands in a surrender motion, chuckling lightly.

Keigo leaned forward, sighing. "Seriously though, you've been ogling her for two weeks now. Aren't you going to say something?" Dabi glanced at Keigo, clicking his tongue quietly in a way to deter the male from continuing the topic. "Shut up." Takami caved, sighing again before pursing his lips reluctantly.

"Fine, be like that."

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly and they had barely run into their other friend, Mirko. She proved to be busy, chatting with other students, and advising lowerclassmen. And when she wasn't, she was training with her teammates for their upcoming softball tournament. Mirko was different from both of the boys, a pure raging storm on her own.

She was known for her striking good looks, ongoing rejection of multiple boys, and intense participation when it came to anything sports-like. It was clear as day that she was a lesbian, but props to the boys for trying, I guess. However, it proved to be on more than one occasion that she had sucker-punched a kid in the nose for "trying to turn her straight".