Our best mistake (Dabi x Oc)

He took my left hand forcefully, obliging me to face his piercing turquoise eyes. I attempted to get out his grip, pushing him with all the power and energy my weak body has within it - in vain : The more I tried to escape from his hold, the strongest this latter seemed to grow.

- You're not going to run away from me again, I'm not going to let you go, not now, not ever. He whispered in my ear with his familiar hoarse voice, bringing tons of nostalgic memories in my heart, and bewitching my poor self with their winsomeness, making me believe that these cheerful reminiscences could be lived again.

M.