Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 59 ~

꧁༒☬𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.☬༒꧂

As you walked down the hallway, your fear was overridden by anger. How dare he? You gritted your teeth together furiously. Dabi was walking close next to you, keeping up so that he wouldn't get lost in the darkness. You could barely focus on his presence though as Shigaraki's actions kept repeating in your head like a broken record. He didn't treat any of the other members like this. Why only you? You had done absolutely nothing to deserve treatment like this. Sure, you hadn't expected to be treated like royalty or something, but at the very least like a decent human being. You hadn't tried to escape, nor had you caused any problems.

"That imbecilic asshole is the reason God created the middle finger. His stupid face makes onions cry. All up in my face like that – it really makes me wonder what hair products he uses to make it grow out of his nose like that", Dabi glanced down at you, suppressing a crooked grin, "if he has a problem with me, he can write the problem on a piece of paper, fold it, and shove it up his ass". You had been so dissolved in your rant you hadn't realized that you'd somehow made it to the entertainment area.

You looked around in confusion. "Why are we here?", you looked up at Dabi, who walked towards the small fridge, coming back holding several bottles of alcohol in his hand. Instead of answering you, he spared you a glance before pressing the drinks into your hold. "Hello?", you exclaimed, your annoyance still bubbling furiously.

Dabi got something off the counter before beckoning for you to follow him. "We've still got some cake to eat", he mumbled, holding up the small paper-carton box. You were so taken by surprise that you momentarily forgot about your anger. "Now?", you blurted out, absentmindedly following Dabi into the hallway leading to your rooms.

There was a strange mischievous smile on his lips as he nodded. Your face retorted in confusion. Eating cake and drinking booze – with Dabi – in your room? What an ... abstract scenario.

Your confusion grew though when Dabi continued walking past your room and into his. "Dabi?", you mumbled warily. He entered his room, partially closing the door right before your nose. "Could you tell me what you're doing?", you asked, trying to peer through the gap. You jumped back, not expecting him to open the door and stand in front of you.

He had taken off his coat and threw a heavy cloth at you. You nearly missed catching it as you tried to balance the alcohol and catch the cloth. It took you a few seconds to figure out that what he had tossed at you was a leather jacket you'd never seen before. It looked expensive.

It was made of dark, thick leather, the stitching followed beside it by silver metal studs. It looked like a biker jacket. You stared up at him in confusion. He closed the door, walking off once more. "Put it on", he mumbled, swinging a bag you hadn't noticed before over, his shoulder.

"What are we doing?", you asked slowly, following him. He glanced back at you, sending you a devilish smirk. "Going to eat cake", he stated simply. "That sounds like the most threatening piece of cake I've ever eaten", you mumbled, obeying Dabi and slipping the jacket on as butterflies formed in your stomach.

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"I thought you get car sick!", you exclaimed, sending him a bewildered stare. Dabi's crooked grin grew as he placed the bottles into the bag. He looked at you for a moment. "I never said when I myself drive", he mumbled. You blinked several times, your mouth hanging open as you stared at the huge motorcycle in front of you.

It was black, its chassis shining cleanly. R6 was written on the side in a sharp font, followed by the words Yamaha on the front wheel fender.

Your brows furrowed. R6. That word said something to you. It was uhm, uh ... this was a superbike. As in the ones used in Formula 1 races. As in the ones that only professionals used professionally on professional racetracks. "Are you crazy?", you stared at him.

He handed you the bag. "Honestly, I think sanity is highly overrated", he mumbled. "Where did you get this?", you asked, pointing the bag at the bike to emphasize. "I'll show you sometime. Now put the bag on and get on", he mumbled, swinging his leg over the bike.

You swallowed, your stomach dropping to your feet. "Helmets?", you pointed out. "Y/N, I'm sure if you hit concrete, it'd be the concrete that'd need protection not you", he mumbled, impatiently motioning for you to get on. "I do not trust your driving", you said, looking for excuses to not get on. "Y/N", he sent you a mild glare, "will you just get on the bike? I want to go".

"Go where?", you whined quietly in defeat as you shakily lifted yourself up onto the bike behind Dabi; the bag on your back. You tried to ignore the butterflies that slowly grew into a swarm of hornets as you wrapped your arms around Dabi's waist.

The bike rumbled alive loudly beneath you, matching your racing heartbeat. "Y/N, you might want to hold on tighter", he slowly reversed the bike out of the garage-like room in the lower section of the warehouse, "unless you'd like to kiss the road". You felt the heat in your cheeks grow as you tightened your hold around him, feeling his warmth through the shirt – along with his muscular body.

Your veins filled with an electric like shock as Dabi sped up. The wind rushed past your ears, grazing your face with fresh, cool air. It was like all of a sudden you were shook alive. The smells hit you like a train; trees, some pollution, Dabi's cologne. The cool wind bit your cheeks with spicy refreshment.

The feeling of freedom slowly cradled you as it felt as if though you were flying over the ground instead of driving. Adrenaline made you feel brave, making you lift your head to peek around. The sun was setting, having painted the sky in an array of pink, orange, yellow and red colours. It looked like a bucked of paint that had been splattered across a canvas. Trees rushed past you in dark green, blurry oceans as you sped along the empty road. You had no idea where Dabi was going, but in that moment it didn't really seem to matter. The fear, excitement, exhilaration filled you with a feeling of ecstasy that you didn't want to let go of.

Dabi drove off the road, shortly driving along a narrow untarred road. The uneven terrain brought you down from your high as you closed your eyes, clutching tightly onto Dabi. The bike finally came to a stop, some small stones crunching under its weight as the dust took a few moments to settle.

You breathed in deeply, looking around. All you could see were trees at first until you looked far enough, spotting the remains of an old building. You let go of Dabi as he climbed off, following shortly after. The building gave you castle-like vibes, large chunks of stones mended together by cement, lying around, scattered and broken.

"What's this place?", you mumbled, fixing the bag over your shoulder. Dabi shrugged. "No idea. It's nice here though", he mumbled, walking towards the ruins. The entire area was enclosed by trees besides the narrow road you had come from. The setting sun gave the whole place an almost mystical vibe. As you watched Dabi walk towards the structure with his hands in his pockets, you couldn't help but wonder why he had taken you here.