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lethargicsunlight · 3 years

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Dabi X SpookyQuirk!Reader'I Just Want You to Be Okay' (Part 3)

Another Oneshot!

You can find the other parts of this series in my directory: Link

Apparently, Dabi and SpookyQuirk!Reader live in my head rent free?

I think I'll continue to write them, at least until Halloween.

Who doesn't like a good slow-burn?

heh, get it?

Oh I know, let's play a game. It's called: 'How many oneshots can LS write to build romantic tension until the characters make kissy face!?'

...

Yeah I'll stop now. Please enjoy~

WARNINGS: MHA/BNHA SPOILERS!!! Mention of Blood, Injury, some trauma. FLUFF. SFW

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You had not been expecting a confessional today.

You both stood on a dock where the black water gently lapped at the posts, and the night sky was lit by an almost full moon.

You were both soaked to the bone. You were perched on a crate, something tied around your ankle which was still kind of bleeding. He was leaning, opposite you, against a guard rail.

Kurogiri had been injured and was still laid out, so you guys had to escape the hard way. In car, on foot, and then--in the ocean.

And, whew boy, you were pretty sure you had never been this tired in your life.

"That was.. Exciting." You remark, lifting your leg up to the top of the crate, tightening the useless bit of soaked cloth that was wrapped around it. A torn piece of fabric from Dabi's jacket.

He's glaring at you, and you know it. Even before you look up to match his stare.

"I can't believe you did that."

"...I was just trying to help--"

"You don't get to make decisions." He's pointing at you now, the staples near his wrist glinting in that bit of moonlight.

You close your mouth and swallow, jaw clenched. After a breath, "Fine, at least tell me what you were planning to do."

"That doesn't matter." He retorts, voice low, hand receding and then stuffed into his elbow as his arms cross. "What matters is you do as we say."

You shake your head, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You act like I'm some kind of kidnapped little kid! Dabi; I've already made it very clear--I'm in this now." Your hand presses to your chest. "The others get it. They trust me, when they need to. I know I'm not that good at fighting, but I can--"

"It doesn't matter what you're good at, or how much they trust you. What matters, is if you get caught."

"Oh, so I should've just sat there? Let them take you?"

He's off the guard rail, nearing you at a blinding speed, a growl in his throat.

You desperately try grip unto your resolve, and try not to flinch when he's up in your face.

"You should never have been a part of the League."

And just as soon as he had come, he was gone. Striding off, stomping up the stairs.

Well that hurt..

Dread seeps into your chest. Honestly?

He was your main reason for wanting to stay.

"Oh, hell no." You leap down from the crate--immediately regret it because of your ankle--then go hobbling off after him.

You're surprised to find that he didn't go too far. He'd stopped and leant against a light post--but as he hears you coming, he starts walking again. He's avoiding you.

"Dabi," You hiss, quickening your uneven steps. It eases some of the anger to know he hadn't really left you--but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

"Ugh, Dabi just--" You can feel blood seeping into your shoe, and as it glides over the inner sole; your contact with it causes you to slip. You grunt, but manage to keep yourself upright after stumbling. Saved you a little bit of embarrassment, at least.

"Look, I'm sorry!" You call out. He stops, but doesn't look back at you.

You continue to hobble, but you stop before you reach him. Not only were you scared to see his face, but you really didn't want him to notice the desperation on yours. Specifically, the tears that threatened your outer vision.

"I was scared they were going to hurt you, so I acted--I acted selfishly, I acted against orders--but I just.." Your voice shakes a lot more than you want it to and goes into higher pitches without your permission. Emotion is choking you and you wish you knew why--It was overwhelmingly apparent that he had been gradually becoming more and more frustrated by your presence. You could literally see the color of frustration, in glowing angry orange, as it outlined his handsome features every time you had your quirk going, every time he was in the same room.

Handsome? Now is not the fucking time--

"You just what?" His voice reverberates through your body, the deep rasp of it making your breath hitch.

You were too tired to use your quirk. You couldn't gauge what emotions he was feeling. The fear keeps your mouth from moving, for a solid minute, and it's only when he's whirling on you with a crazed and angered expression that you finally release the tension--

"You just wh--"

"I just wanted you to be okay."

He's frozen for a moment. But only a moment--and then his teeth grind as he yowls; hands going into his hair and gripping his scalp. He's shaking, and you take an involuntary step back as he writhes almost like he's in pain.

"Dabi..?" You ask, concerned, panic rising in your chest.

"JUST STOP!" He screams, and from his hands--blue fire erupts.

The heat of it is staggering, and the thermal wind blows you back so your tailbone hits the pavement. You're up instantly, watching as cerulean flames engulf the overgrown decorative shrubbery--then, the abandoned car behind it. He stands in the middle while the violent torrents dance around him, and his eyes remain covered by his palms as he grips his skull.

Why.

If you had only said something selfish, something bratty--maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

It would have been so easy to walk away, to ignore you, to begrudgingly tolerate your presence until he was back at the base where he could lock himself away in his room until he remembered all the why's he was there. What he was fighting for and about, and why you didn't fucking matter.

Yet now as he dares to find you in his vision, glimpsing your face through his fingers; he knows he can't.

You're bleeding.

You're scared.

And you fucking cared that he was okay.

The past few months had been torture. Ever since the jaunt to the cemetery, everyone had accepted you. He thought he could keep his distance, and hope that things would just.. go well for you. Instead, he found himself listening to your conversations with Toga and Compress, learning more about you indirectly.

He found himself wanting to know more about you.

Instead of drowning in liquor, he'd suffocate in his own bed, wondering about you and your life and your habits. Every time he thought his head was above the water, you somehow managed to drag him back down into the depths.

He kept replaying the moment when you had sung Happy Birthday to the dead boy.

He was angry to the point of combustion when you would come back with Twice, scrapes on your face and bandages around your arm.

He was the one that demanded you go with him on this assignment, rather than Mr. Compress--because he simply couldn't trust them to make sure you were safe. He couldn't read minds, but swore they treated you more as an amusing source of entertainment than a person. It scared him.

"I know I'm.. Kind of stupid." You continue talking, drawing his attention despite how much he didn't want you to. Your voice isn't loud, but he can hear it over the licks of the flames--and it earnestly surprises him when he notices you moving closer and not farther away.

"And I'm not good at anything. And I'm--" Come on, come on, something else... "I'm useless, I'm uncoordinated.." Your hands are up as your moving forward, shielding your face from the heat.

"...But I want to be here. I want to help, and be a part of this--I want to help you." You didn't know that last bit was going to slip out, but too late.

It's Touya that let's his arms fall to his sides; that lets the fires be tempered despite the emotions still raging inside. His eyes are boyish and sad as he watches you navigate the smoldering concrete until you're in front of him.

"And I know its selfish.." You even roll your eyes, your lips quivering into a smile. "But I've never felt like I belong the way I do when I'm around you."

Your throat tightens--

"--And them." Added, last minute, a little louder.

He's silent. Contemplating. Remembering.

The way his siblings had pushed him away when he was in pain. The way his mother refused to sympathize with his views. The way the people that should have loved him didn't even stand up for him, or put effort towards him when he needed it the most, because they were too afraid and self-concerned.

It's not about his father in that moment. It's about everything else.

It's about how different he might have been, if someone like you had just been there; to listen and encourage and understand and sing happy birthday like you meant it, instead of like you were being forced to.

It's the child of his soul, he realizes, that's reaching out for you. The boy that died on the hill. The ghost of who he was.

Maybe you were the only one that could see it. It was your quirk, after all.

"Dabi?"

Your question leaves him stranded back in the world of the living; eyes still dazed as he looks at you but beyond you. He blinks, body relaxing.

"...You aren't stupid." He says finally--and it's all gruff, like whatever that outburst was never happened.

"What?"

"Your ankle is bleeding." He says, matter-of-fact like, eyes now drifting towards the ground.

"...Ye-yeah, yeah it is--what are you..?" Your eyes follow him as he moves around to your side then lifts your arm, forcing you to bear some weight on him.

"You need to keep pressure off of it."

You stare at him, almost scared, as he starts to help you hobble away from the scene. "We better get out of here before someone notices.." He says, ignoring your big eyes and gaping mouth.

"...excuse me--what--What just--" Dabi never liked to be touched, so it takes some restraint to not prod at his shoulder. "You can't just--"

"You say 'just' a lot, did you know that?" He mutters, and there's a hint of a grin on his face. A grin!

You deadpan.

"...You are going to waltz every bit around what just happened, aren't you?" You ask, huffing when his only response is a 'hn.'

As the silence begins to set-in, so does the realization of how close he was. Of his own volition. Even when he'd offered to help 'bandage' your ankle, he hadn't more than grazed his fingertips across your skin--now his ribs met yours, and his hand was warm and firm against your waist. And, the other, wound around your wrist.

Suddenly, you are very hot. And it isn't the residual heat from his little inner existential crisis you were pretty sure he just had.

"At uhm. At least.. Are you still mad at me?" You ask, point blank, eyebrows tilted in as you sneak a look. "Do you still think I shouldn't be here?"

He catches your gaze and holds it.

"No," He admits.

A few more steps.

"...I just want you to be okay."

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dominaecaede · 5 years

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Tomorrow Never Comes

Chapter 5 results: 86% chose to leave Enji behind

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The following story will have themes such as blood, gore, situations that may cause anxiety and major character death. If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not proceed.

Chapter 6: Sorrowful Clockwork

Enji grit his teeth. With one arm, he used all his strength to keep the door as closed as possible while his other reached into his pocket. He reached to give Kirishima something and held it in his hand firmly, not wanting it to drop.

"You give this to Shouto."

Kirishima's eyes widened and took the object but before he could say anything, Enji had already shoved Kirishima towards the window with his force. Midoriya caught him before he could fall and lead him to the window as Dabi helped them jump. The ebony haired man looked back and gazed at Enji, his teal eyes emotionless but his eyebrows scrunched with overwhelming emotions. Enji only blinked at him and nodded. Dabi didn't respond at that, only breathing out air as if he was holding it. He turned and made his jump, leaving Enji alone.

The man wasn't afraid, though. That would be beneath him. He closed his eyes, his grip slowly loosening and the world around him began to blur. Instead of the screeching noises behind the door, he could hear Shouto's screaming and Rei's sobbing. He could hear Fuyumi laughing at something she was watching on TV and Natsuo shouting at him with held back anger. He could hear the past as if it were right in front him. The last image in his mind was Rei holding an infant Shouto in her arms. She cradled him and held him close, singing a soft lullaby to lull him to sleep. That lullaby echoed in Enji's thoughts as every other sound around him was blocked out.

"Take care of them."

And as he knew then, the rest of the world went dark.

Kirishima and Midoriya landed on the patch of grass with a harsh thud. Dabi followed but he landed better than the other boys did. Todoroki and Rei rushed to help them up, Midoriya wincing and gripping his side. Todoroki began looking around not long after.

"Where's... Where's my dad?"

Kirishima and Midoriya only looked at him with sympathetic eyes. No words were needed to make him understand. Todoroki fell to his knees and looked at the ground, but not one tear fell from his eyes. He felt conflicted; the man who beat him for his own intentions and the man who was also his father didn't make it. Rei knelt down next to him and rubbed his back, her grey eyes softening. The spiked redhead began slowly walking towards him and knelt down, handing him what Enji gave.

"He uhh... He wanted you to have this," he spoke.

Todoroki looked up and took it from his hands. It was Enji's hunting knife. The blade was cold but sharp to touch and the handle red with their family kanji engraved into it. The two-toned boy looked up towards the window they fell out of and already knew they were too far from it to hear any sort of sound. By then, it began to rain. Cold droplets fell onto the group's faces. He took a deep breath and gripped the handle, slowly standing up to stash the knife into his belt.

"Let's get going," was all Todoroki said before he began heading away from the hospital. Midoriya and Kirishima looked at each other with sympathy as they soon followed with Dabi walking behind.

When they got back to the pharmacy, they were greeted by unexpected guests. Three of the creatures were banging and scratching against the door trying to get in.

"Shit...!"

Bakugou immediately acted on the scene and began running towards them. He gripped the metal pipe he was carrying and bashed it against one of their heads, knocking it down and rendering it motionless. Another creature gripped Bakugou's shoulder and yanked him back and it's jaw opened wide to take a bite. Bakugou's eyes widened in panic but the sound of a gunshot rang loudly in his ears. The creature that gripped him fell to the ground and created a pool of it's blood around the gunshot wound to the head. Another bullet fired on the last one and it fell down like dead weight. Bakugou blinked and looked around at the bodies, clearly not knowing what happened just now. He looked forward and saw that Dabi had pointed his gun at one of the bodies before putting it back in it's holster. The blonde released a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Fucking demons...," He muttered.

Kirishima and Midoriya walked towards Bakugou to see if he was alright as Shouto knocked on the pharmacy door. When there was no answer, he began speaking.

"Aizawa-sensei? All Might? It's us, open the door!"

When there was still no response, everyone furrowed their eyebrows with concern. After a few minutes of silence, someone unlocked the door and slowly opened it. A familiar face with long black hair was brought to light, and her dark eyes lit up with relief.

"Todoroki-san! You guys! I'm so glad you're safe!" Momo smiled.

As she opened the door more, the group only got more worried. Her clothes were tattered, the side of her face was bleeding and she had small cute on her elbows and knees. They didn't hesitate to hurry in as the girl quickly closed the door and locked it. When they got in, Midoriya had to take a step back. The pharmacy was trashed and there were blood stains on the floor. Some bodies were on the floor but they didn't belong to their class nor any of the creatures. In fact, the bodies wore a type of uniform he didn't recognize.

"Yaoyorozu...," Shouto began. "What happened here...?"

Momo began to speak but before she could, Jirou, Kaminari, and the rest of their classmates came out of the storage closet. They looked like they were hiding from something.

"You guys...!" Sero blinked and ran towards them with a relieved yet shocked expression. "Where were you?!"

Midoriya couldn't form any words. "W-We... We--"

"We went to go save my mother," Shouto answered firmly as Rei looked passed his shoulder.

Kaminari blinked upon seeing the woman then looked back at Shouto. "You saved her? But how?"

"It doesn't matter how," Sero huffed. "You should've been here helping us!"

"Guys please, fighting won't get us anywhere!" Momo stepped in. The girl then looked back at the group with sad eyes. "There were... These men in odd outfits. They broke the door down and Aizawa-sensei fought them off while we all went to try and find somewhere to hide. We tried fighting them but Kaminari knew we didn't stand a chance so we hid in the closet. They took Aizawa-sensei and All Might. I... I don't know where they took them or who they even were. I feel like such a coward for hiding..."

Shouto began looking around as Kirishima placed a hand on Momo's shoulder. "You're not a coward. You couldn't fight them off and it wasn't your fault. You did the smart thing. I think you acted manly!" He flashed his famous toothy smile.

Momo blinked and giggled. "Thanks, Kirishima-san..."

In the meantime, Shouto knelt down at one of the bodies and turned it over. The body was covered in blood was it doesn't look like it's from those creatures. It had stab wounds. Upon closer inspection, Shouto discovered that there was a badge on the male's uniform. He used a clean part of the body's shirt to wipe it clean and blinked in surprise.

"Hiro...," He repeated the name engraved into the badge. Shouto also saw a symbol next to the name. It was all too familiar.

Rei walked towards Shouto and knelt down next to him. "What do you see, son?"

Shouto then stood up and looked back at the group. "It's Clearnox. These people... They're from the same company who tried to take my mother."

Bakugou grunted in disgust. "Should've figured."

"Clearnox... The company that tried making quirks better?" Sero raised a brow.

"Yeah," Midoriya answered. "They caused all this from their stupid project. If these people were from there and our teachers are gone, then that can only mean they took them for experiments. I mean, why else would they take them there?"

"Experiments? What?" Kaminari blinked. "That's a little crazy, Midoriya. Where are you even getting all this information?"

Shouto looked down. "From my father, before he... He...," He trailed off and Kirishima gently rubbed his back.

Dabi finally spoke up while he examined the area a little more. "To sum it up, Clearnox was experimenting on people in order to make their little project work. It backfired, and now shit hit the fan."

Jirou jolted. "Wait a minute, what's a villain doing here?"

"It's a long story," Midoriya smiled. "We'll explain it later on but for now, we need to think of a plan to rescue them!"

"Bro, that's like the heart of the zombies isn't it?" Kaminari shuddered. "That would be suicide!"

"What do you want us to do, Pikachu? Stand around and let them die?" Bakugou snapped.

Mineta looked down. "This is all fucked up."

"Okay, we're not gonna get anywhere with you guys not having a reliable weapon," Dabi spoke up again. "And I doubt any of you know how to use a gun. You might wanna change your clothes, too."

"Eh? What's wrong with our clothes?"

"Because you can see that uniform from a mile away," Dabi snorted. "And since there are actual guards in that building and not 'zombies', you're already as good as dead."

Everyone blinked in confusion. Shouto sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Advice from a former villain might actually be useful...," He mumbled.

"There's a weapons shop not far from here. It's just down the block." Dabi then pointed at Bakugou. "You, blondie. Go find a bag big enough to store some weapons and clothes in."

"Hah?" Bakugou's eye twitched. "CALL ME BLONDIE ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL KILL YOU."

Dabi wasn't fazed. "Funny. Just go do as you're told, kid."

Bakugou huffed but didn't bother to argue. He stomped towards the direction he remembered finding some luggage when the place wasn't so trashed and they were still exploring. Kirishima followed and when they returned, they brought two wide duffle bags. Dabi began heading towards the door.

"Good. Let's go."

"Wait!"

Midoriya and Shouto looked back to find Momo walking up towards them. "May I come with? I'd like to help. I couldn't when they were taken, so... Please..."

Jirou looked at Momo with worry. "Yaomomo, you're still bleeding! Don't push yourself!"

Shouto's eyebrows pinched together with concern and he walked towards the girl. He gave a sigh and a look meant to comfort her. "Yaoyorozu, you have to stay here and tend to your wounds. Besides, you can still help us from here. Think of a way to get you all to a safer place while we're gone."

The raven haired girl gave her friend a look of disapproval, but she trusted his judgement. She sighed then nodded, and gave a look of determination. "Okay!"

"Then let me come with," Uraraka stepped up. "You'll need the extra pair of hands if you want to arm all of us."

Midoriya blinked with concern. "But what about your mother?"

That queued the brunette to look back towards the woman. Her mother looked at her and smiled. "I'll be fine," she spoke as she tended to Momo's wounds. "Go on."

Rei looked back at both Dabi and Shouto before pulling them both into her embrace. "You two be careful," she gently said before releasing them. Shouto nodded as both of them went on their way.

As they approached the weapons shop, the busted front door and broken windows were already a bad sign. They entered the building and saw that all the shelves had been emptied and the display cases broken into. Midoriya went to check the back but when he returned, he came back empty handed. Dabi clicked his teeth.

"Dammit. Looks like this place was stripped clean before we could've gotten to it."

"Then what are we supposed to do now?" Shouto questioned.

Dabi began pacing back and forth. He rested his stitched hands on his waist as he looked around searching for an answer. The group stayed quiet as he did, and it would've seemed it had been minutes before the former villain spoke up again.

"We'll have to go to the headquarters."

The group blinked. Bakugou raised his eyebrow. "You can't be serious."

"I know we have a shit ton of weapons stored in case plans backfired," Dabi explained while he was already heading towards the front door. "The relocation is harder for heroes to find, but it's not like anyone cares anymore."

"But wait," Midoriya spoke up. "What if the villains, you know... attack us?"

Dabi didn't bother looking back when he answered. "Trust me. That won't be a problem."

The group tailed behind Dabi as the former villain lead. The brunette was looking down with worry. She looked uneasy, and it didn't take long for Midoriya to notice. He asked if everything was okay but he didn't get a response until a few seconds later.

"I'm just finding him hard to trust...," she whispered. "I mean, I appreciate his help but why continue to help us, you know? How do we know he won't turn his back on us...? How do we know it's not a trap..?"

Midoriya furrowed his brows.

Is Dabi:

• trustworthy?

• or hard to read?

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