To be saved, but at what cost?
You and your partner are on patrol when suddenly you get captured. First part of a multi fic.
ReaderxYandere Dabi. Not many warnings in the first part, but many to come in the next part.
āCan someone PLEASE remind denki that not every single thought that occurs to him has to come seeping out of his stupid fucking mouth? Iām done. Iām so fucking done already.ā
A quick message in your group chat with your three best friends had quickly confirmed to them that your morning patrol with your old high school crush from years ago was indeed, not going well already.
āWow. 8am and heās already said enough stupid shit to make you temporarily forget youāre head over heels for him still? Gotta be a new record right?ā
2. He said my hero suit looked more than snug this morning. Can I kill him yet and blame it on a villain or something? Canāt be that hard right?ā
āHeās just jealous cause youāre hot and heās still a loser stuck in high school mode. You got this!ā
āWish i was there to help out! :( love you, stay strong and think about katsuki abs or something xxā
His latest confession was floating around your mind as you watched him sip on his diabetes inducing latte, the weight of his words barely even registering to him as an insult as per usual to the blond haired asshole younger you had decided was her soul mate.
āHeās just a guy, he didnāt mean it, just take a deep breath and remember katsuki saving that kid from the river last weekā¦how can someone who hates water that much look so fucking good coming out of it?!ā Your internal monogram was quickly cut short by the sound of Denkis coffee cup hitting the floor as you then snapped your head to see his feet flying over the fence in front of you, a short and sharp declaration that he was in pursuit of a villain; or trying for a hot womanās number again like last week. You pushed your cup to the side and followed suit, praying to any and all gods it was actually something worth throwing away your Ā£7 mocha for, when suddenly you lost sight of him almost immediately.
You grabbed the side of the railing and scanned the immediate area for your lanky lightning bolted partner, only to find nothing but the bustling street below. As your eyes scanned for his sparks, you quickly noticed a young cloaked man pushing past all the oncoming foot traffic and almost knocking a small child into the road in doing so. You jumped down, pulled the child back towards its parents and watched as the young man cascaded through the people as if he was struggling against a current, most people not daring to move out of his way, when suddenly he ducked down and disappeared from sight.
Someone pushing past others isnāt a heroās duty to investigate, maybe he was late for work, maybe he was trying to reunite with his lover after an argument, maybe he was just an asshole who wanted to get somewhere quick, whatever the reason you couldnāt let it distract you too much from finding out where denki had flung himself off to in such a hurry.
A swift volt to the top of a street lamp helped you try to navigate denkis whereabouts, as you then abruptly heard the declaration of one of his moves. Stungun - a move used for close combat, electrifying his opponent and subduing them without fear of sparking anyone else in the vicinity. He didnāt sound close, but with the rush of civilians now flooding towards the darkened street to your right, you hazarded a guess he must have swung down there.
āWAITā¦THATāS MYā¦ā
As soon as you turned the corner, you were almost immediately smacked in the face with Denkis back. Whenever you navigated the city in pursuit of a villain you always kept above civilians heads, insuring this exact issue would be less likely to happen, and with denki not having a quirk that made it easy for him to get off the ground you thought you were safe. That was until his back almost immediately broke your nose and caused you both to come hurtling to the ground, narrowly missing the few civilians that had decided their safety wasnāt a concern so long as they got a glimpse of all the action in front of them.
You swiftly got to your feet and kept Denkis now vibrating body directly behind you, one foot over him as you tried to access the danger in front of you as well as the condition of your partner beneath you, both equally as terrifying as you couldnāt recall the last time Denkis electricity had back fired on him this bad, especially enough to make him almost unconscious already. The villain in front of you was an older man with eyes that seemed devoid of all colour, behind him outstretched a metal arm that seemed to have recoiled after the impact, with viscous blood dripping from it slowly. This wasnāt the man youād both been told to keep an eye out for on today patrols, but nonetheless, a vicious villain all the same.
After a few seconds of you quickly assessing Denkis breathing whilst keeping eye contact with the villain, the metal arm lunged towards you at a speed you almost couldnāt quite believe; feeling the brunt of the metal penetrating you was delayed apparently though, because you felt your body be forced backwards, and you felt your head hit the floor, but the sharp stinging of metal invading you that youād grown somewhat accustom to recently, was absent.
Thatās was it, youād both lost. This wasnāt exactly the way youād pictured dying whilst on duty; not that it was a particularly compelling idea to fantasise about at the best of times, but you honestly thought it wouldāve been in a big brawl at least. A large group of you all defeating the big bad, a world changing battle that new students around the world in hero courses would hear about and study. But no. A fucking small time villain in a fucking small town alley. Youād bested the quickest hero in your agency your first day. Youād gotten recognition from your mentors all throughout UA. You even got All Might to say āgood job kid, Iām proud of youā when you saved that group of teenagers from the collapsed mall last year, single handedly. But a guy with a metal arm doing his best cosplay of Doc Ock managed to get you? Of course, of course it had to be something that shit.
The second your consciousness allowed you to open your eyes again, you suddenly realised you were currently being carried through an almost pitch black walk way. You immediately tried to free yourself but quickly realised the impact from the fight had rendered your body almost completely numb; your fingers barely being able to wiggle at all, let alone able to muster the strength to push you up from this person holding you like nothing ontop their shoulder. You tried to wiggle still, tried to move and get any traction you could to free yourself from the hold this person had on you, only to find the hand holding you in place then tightened on your waist and forced itself down, securing you in their grasp.
A gruff voice ripped through the silence as you continued your struggle to get free, every time you moved their hand gripped you tighter, every wince of you in pain seemingly spurring them on to keeping you in place. Before long, the annoyance of you moving became clear as they suddenly flung you to the floor ontop of what could only be described as the worst make shift mattress youād ever witnessed in your life.
āThought heroās were meant to have manners?ā
You tried to clamber up into a seated position, tried to force your body to move against its own will, but nothing was obeying your commands. Your feet wouldnāt move, your arms wouldnāt lift, all you could do was lay on the mattress that felt harder than the floor when you fell, and stare up at the man who had carried you away from the impending death you were sure wouldāve been better that what he had in store for you here.
āStill not gonna thank me for saving your ass back there? I couldāve left you there to die Yano.ā
āChā¦chargeā¦.boltā¦.ā
āYour little boyfriend is fine. Cried like a little bitch when I cauterised his wounds but.ā
Your concussion still made your vision blurry, so you couldnāt quite place the figure that had ārescuedā you. They were tall, dark haired and pacing from what you could make out, their annoyance at your inability to thank them more than clear at this point as their voice continued to cut through the space between you.
āWe both know youāre better than letting that piece of shit beat you Yano. A fucking wanna be villain, really? Iāve seen you best some of the fastest assholes out there, but that guy? You were really gonna let that guy be the end of you? Youāre better than thatā¦ā
The fuzzy shape of his body then turned towards you, now bending down and holding your cheeks in his fingers.
āYouāre far better than that actually. Youre better than anyone out there. And now youāre here, in my keep, in my presence. Finally.ā
āPlease? Well, if youāre asking so nice, how could I ever deny you something you want.ā
The closer he leant his face to yours, the quicker it became more evident who was kneeling infront of you now. The man your agency had been chasing for years, the man you and Denki had been asked to keep watch for on your patrols, a man who was now pressing his lips to yours with an unbridled passion that intimidated and suffocated you all at once.
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