I’d Let The World Burn
Parings ❥ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ!ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʜᴇʀᴏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Summary ❥ ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ɴᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ.
Trigger Warnings ❥ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴜɴᴛ, ᴘɪᴠ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx (ᴀʟʟᴇʏᴡᴀʏ), ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʙɪ.
Word Count ❥ 6.3ᴋ+
Author’s Note ❥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴏ’ꜱ ʟɪᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ ʏᴇᴛ. ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ.🔞-ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ.
I'd let the world burn/Let the world burn for you/This is how it always had to end/If I can't have you then no one can/I'd let it burn/I'd let the world burn/Just to hear you calling out my name/Watching it all go down in flames
The passionate kisses.
The heated touches.
The charred skin against soft skin.
It had been like every other time you two had hooked up. Months and months of the same thing. Late night meet ups at a different location each time, whispered sweet nothings that lead to sex. Soft pants as you both bask in the afterglow of your moment while he lights a cigarette in order to calm his racing heart. It was a routine that you had come to love. It seemed like nothing could ever ruin those moments until he uttered those four words.
“You should hate me.”
It was a phrase you knew all too well; like a broken record of songs too old to remember. You could’ve sworn it was a joke at first; the way those gunmetal staples pulled at his skin as he smirked. You thought it was a joke till he started to say it a little too often; often enough that made you wonder if he wanted you to hate him. Even moments after you both had ravished each other’s bodies did he say those words you loathed. It was true that you were a hero and he was a villain but did that have to matter? Wasn’t there enough trust there to make him see that you weren’t going to abandon him when the going got tough. Usually you would try to brush it off but this time hearing that phrase made something inside you finally snap. You pulled the covers off your naked body and started collecting your discarded clothes throughout the room.
It didn’t bother Dabi that your mood suddenly shifted, after all he expected it. Usually you were indifferent and sometimes you responded with a bit of annoyance. It didn’t bother him that your warmth was no longer beside him as he took another drag from his cigarette as he watched your naked body. No, what did bother him was watching you collect your discarded clothes as if you were going to leave. He put out his cigarette and sat up in his bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dabi said, his voice tight and laced with irritation. The blanket slipped down so it pooled around his bare waist.
”What’s it look like?” You shot back. “I’m going home. I have patrol in the morning.” You said as you found your panties close by. You pull them up your legs.
Dabi felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Patrol. He could help but scoff. The thought of you going back out there, back to being a “hero” and saving people. When just moments ago you were with him, vulnerable in his bed, it was almost comical.
”You’re really gonna walk out the door and go play hero again?” He said, the disbelief in his voice evident.
You sigh as you start to tug your jeans on. Your fingertips zipping the denim up as you look over at him.
”It’s my job so yes.”
”Job,” He repeated, the word falling from his lip with contempt. “Job? That’s what you call parading around in a cheap costume and playing hero? You’re an over-glorified secretary at best.”
You paused your movements on your jeans as his words hit closer to home than they should have. You were much more than that. Sure you made coffee runs more than you should have or filled out paperwork for veteran heroes that didn’t have the time to do so because they were too busy out in the field. Yes you felt used some days but that didn’t mean you weren’t just as much of a hero as the rest of them. You started to look around for your bra knowing you had to go ahead and get out of there before a fight broke out. You grabbed your shirt and threw it on knowing your bra could be found another day. Dabi threw the blanket off his body and quickly pulled his boxer briefs back onto his hips.
”C’mon hero. You really going to leave?” Dabi taunts.
”Yes. I’m really leaving.” You snapped back.
The bluntness of your response was like a slap in the face and this caused something in Dabi to snap. He moved around the bed and over to you before you had time to react. He shoved you against the wall and slammed his hands on either side of your head as his eyes narrowed.
”Of course you’re gonna leave because heroes always have to do the right thing, don’t they? Always playing by the rules and wanting to save the say.” Dabi said before he tilted his head. His voice drops slightly. “But what about me hero? When do I get saved?”
”Don’t do this. Don’t pretend like you care about me. That you actually care that I leave. You said it yourself…I should hate you.”
”You’re right. You should hate me. You should be disgusted just by being in the same room as me,” He admitted as he kept his arms on either side of your head. “And yet here you are. Night after night. In my bed. Letting me touch you…taste you…fuck you. Things you wouldn’t let anyone else do…makes me wonder why hero?”
You glare up at him as he continues to spew more and more bullshit.
”I hate when you talk to me like this…like I’m beneath you or something.”
Dabi let out a bitter laugh as his eyes flashed with something akin to defiance.
”Because you are beneath me. You are a hero and I am a villain. That’s just how it is,” He said, the heat from his body was a stark contrast to the coldness in his voice. “Or does that reality not fit with your hero complex? Pretending you’re better than me, pretending you’re better than everyone. But deep down you know the truth. You are a flawed and pathetic human being.”
“I never thought that I was better than you or anyone else.” You snapped back.
”Bullshit,” Dabi said with a scoff. “You think because you clock in everyday and fill out those little reports and kiss ass to those heroes that you’re doing the right thing. But you know deep down you’re no better than the rest of us villains, you just hide it under all that hero bullshit.”
That was all you could withstand hearing as you tried to shove him away from you. You avert your gaze from him not being able to look him in the eyes.
“That’s so like you…to bring up shit that I’ve been vulnerable about with you. But what about you huh?” You start out. “Pushing everyone away including me so your narrative that everyone abandons you is right. So you can seem like that misunderstood villain everyone thinks you are.”
The accusation hit too close to home and Dabi’s expression darkened.
”You think you know me, hero? You don’t know a goddamn thing about me. You have no idea what I’ve been through, what I’ve sacrificed. So don’t you dare tell me how to feel or how to act.” He said. Those ocean eyes you had fallen for were now cold as he looked down at you. “I don’t need anyone. I don’t need you.”
Ouch.
That hurt worse than what he said before this. You look up at him as your brow furrows. You knew that it wasn’t going to last forever but why did he have to go and say something like this.
”You…You don’t mean that.” You spoke but it was nothing above a whisper.
Dabi’s jaw clenches at the sound of your voice, the hurt in your words was evident. But he shallows it down, his gaze hardening.
”I do,” He says flatly. No emotion. He leans down so his face is only inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “You don’t matter to me. You’re just a distraction. A way to pass the time. I don't need you, hero.”
Your bottom lip wobbles slightly as you shook your head. You shove him away from you before you storm to the front door.
”Well you’re getting what you want Dabi,” You said as tears started to form in your waterline. “You get to be alone.”
Dabi’s expression falters for just a split second as he watches you storm towards the door. He can see the tears in your eyes, he can hear the way your voice breaks and something twists in his chest. However, he refuses to let you see that.
”Good,” he snaps, the word falling from his lips bitter and harsh. “That’s what I want. Go. Leave. I don’t care.”
”You’re such a piece of shit.” You say through tears as you put your shoes on.
”Yeah well I don’t pretend to be anything else,” Dabi retorted, his hand clenching at his sides. He watches you put on your shoes, the sight of your tears making something in him ache. But he pushed it down, shoving his hands into his pocket of his jeans that hung low on his boney hips. “You think this changes anything, hero? You think you leaving is going to affect me in any way? Don’t kid yourself.”
You continued to cry as you opened the door and slammed the door behind you. You didn’t care about wearing a disguise like you usually did in this part of town. You didn’t care if anyone saw you. You just wanted to get home so you could cry the way you should. This hurt more than it should have. Dabi stood in the middle of his room, the door slamming shut echoing in his ears like a taunt. He took a ragged breath, his chest tightening as he tried to ignore the empty feeling in his chest.
Good. This is exactly what I wanted. She doesn’t matter to me. She’s just a distraction. Dabi told himself.
But for some reason watching you walk out the door felt like a punch to the gut.
Minutes turned into hours that turned into days. Those days turned into grueling weeks without something that used to be so routine. Things only seemed to get harder for you after what went down with Dabi. You couldn’t focus on patrols and paperwork seemed to pile up. You almost wondered if it was worth it…being a hero. One night after a late night patrol, your paperwork waiting for you, you decided this was it. You retired that night and decided to pack your bags. Somewhere away from everything that reminded you of him.
For Dabi it wasn’t any easier as the days bled into weeks for him as well. The nights were quiet, lonely. Dabi’s usual smirk he sported had now faded into a near permanent scowl. He couldn’t get the look on your face out of his mind. How your lips trembled when you fought back tears, your voice cracking as you called him a piece of shit. He hated it. Hated the silence. Hated the memories, hated the feeling in his chest every time he thought about you.
It was always a nagging presence. No matter how many things he tried to distract himself with. Your memory was always there just beneath the surface, almost mocking him. Tonight was no different as he laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. Sleep evaded him once again as he tried his best to stop thinking about you. Your face. Your voice. The many nights spent together. He hated to admit it but he missed you.
Everything about you. He was supposed to hate you. He did hate you…didn’t he? If he did then why couldn't he stop thinking about you? Why did it feel like there was a hole in his chest? He couldn’t stand it, he had to do something. He sat up with a growl, shoving the blankets off him as he got out of bed. He knew it was a bad idea. He knew it was dangerous. But he couldn't take it anymore.
He had to see you. He had to talk to you. Pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt, Dabi left his home, stepping out into the cool night air. The streets were dark and quiet, the moon casting a pale glow over the empty streets. Dabi's steps echoed in the silence, the sound of his shoes against the pavement almost deafening. He quickened his pace, his heart racing. Was he really doing this? What would he even say when he saw you? He ignored the nerves in his stomach and continued forward.
It took him a while to cross over from his part of town into the upscale part of the city where you lived. He finally arrived outside your apartment building. It was a simple, nondescript building, but your name was listed on the directory next to a unit number. He swallowed, his heart pounding. He pressed the button for your unit and waited, his hands clenched into fists. There was a brief pause before there was a buzz indicating that the door to the apartment complex had opened. Dabi stepped into the lobby, ignoring the faint thudding of his heart in his chest. He took the stairs two at a time, his adrenaline overriding any sense of caution.
He arrived at your door, and for a moment, he hesitated. Could he really do this? Could he really see you face to face after all that happened? Ignoring the nagging voices in his head, he raised his fist and knocked on her door. It took a moment but soon an old lady answered the door with cash in her hand.
“Hello. It was $20.05 for the takeout, correct?” The old woman asked.
Dabi was taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting this. He swallowed, his nerves kicking up a notch.
“Uh... I think you got the wrong person,” he said, “I’m looking for...someone.”
The old woman blinked up at Dabi for a moment before she hummed.
“Oh you mean the young girl that lived here before. She helped us move in. Sweetest thing.”
“Wait, before?” he repeated, his heart sinking.
The old woman nodded, a kind smile on her face.
“Yes, she moved out a few weeks ago. She gave us a nice parting gift and moved on.”
Dabi's mind reeled. Weeks? You’d moved out weeks ago? Why was he just hearing about this now? He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white as he tried to force down the mixture of anger and disappointment that was rising in his chest. You had just...moved out? Without telling him? Without saying anything?
"Where'd she go?" he asked the woman, his voice gruff.
“Oh sweetheart I’m not sure. She said she was looking for a fresh start but that our first three months were paid for.” The old woman said.
Dabi was beside himself, you just up and left. Didn’t even bother to tell him. Was it because of what he said to you? He was about to ask for more information, anything that could help him find you, when the old woman spoke again.
"You're a good friend,” she said, her voice kind. “I’m sorry I can't be of more help, sweetheart.”
"Yeah, me too," Dabi responded, his voice flat.
He turned away from the old woman, his mind racing. Where the hell had you gone? He could call you but with a different burner every so often the chances of you having his current number were slim to none. You moved out weeks ago...he could be chasing a ghost in another prefecture for all he knew. He cursed under his breath as he shoved his fists into the pockets of his pants. As he walked away from the apartment building, his mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Anger at you for leaving. Anger at himself for pushing you away. Frustration that he hadn't tried to contact you sooner. He needed to find you.
He needed to talk to you. But how the hell was he going to find you when you’d vanished without a trace? He walked aimlessly for a while, anger and frustration fueling his steps. He could feel the itch to burn something, anything, just to release the pent-up energy building inside him. But for once, he forced the urge down, shoving it deep down into his gut. He had bigger things to deal with right now. Like figuring out how to find a damn hero who'd vanished into thin air. Dabi ducked into an alley, pressing himself into the shadows, he leaned heavily against the wall. This was hopeless.
He didn't know your friends, your family, anywhere you might've gone. He cursed under his breath, banging the back of his head against the wall behind him. Why was he even doing this? Why did he care so damn much? He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He couldn't just give up. He couldn't let you disappear without at least trying to find you. He pushed off the wall, he stalked back out of the alley. He was going to find you, no matter what. He just needed a place to start. The first thing on his list was contacting Hawks. He hated the idea of asking for help, even from someone that might be close to a ‘friend’, but he didn’t really have a choice at this point. Plus, he knew Hawks had connections, people in all the right places. If anyone could help, it’d be him. Grudgingly, he fished out his phone and dialed the pro heroes number. The line rang for a moment before Hawks answered, his voice cheerful as ever.
"Well well, what a surprise," he said, his tone indicating he knew exactly why Dabi was calling. "What can I do for you, Dabi?"
Dabi grunted, his irritation at Hawks’ tone clear in his voice. "Don’t play games, feathers," he snapped. "I need your help."
“Help? You never need my help.” Hawks teased.
Dabi's irritation flared, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. He needed to keep his cool...for now, at least.
"Shut up and listen," he growled, his grip on his phone tightening. "I need you to find someone for me."
“Find someone?” Hawks said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Who are we looking for, patches?”
"Just...an old friend," Dabi replied, swallowing the bitter taste his words left in his mouth. "She moved out a few weeks ago...I need to find her."
He waited for Hawks’ response, his heart pounding a little faster in his chest.
“So an old fling. Got it. Name?” Hawks asked as he was ready to write the name down.
Dabi bristled at the term 'old fling'. That made you sound like some casual hook-up and with the way he felt now you were anything but that. But he pushed that thought aside as he gave Hawks your name. Each letter felt heavy on his tongue. Hawks repeated your name as if he was trying to remember before he let out a whistle.
“Oh yeah! I heard about her. Endeavor said she lost her mind. Went bat shit crazy…saying something about no hope, no future.”
Dabi froze, his irritation immediately replaced by a cold, hard anger.
"What?" he hissed into the phone, his voice laced with menace. "Endeavor said she-what?"
“She lost it, patches. She was always so composed when I saw her. She got demoted or something. I guess she hadn’t been acting right. She quit suddenly. Everyone at the office I guess has been worried about it.” Hawks said as he leaned back in his chair.
Dabi's heart dropped into his stomach. You’d lost your mind? You’d been demoted? Quit suddenly? He couldn't process it all at once, the information overwhelming his brain.
"Why the hell am I just hearing about this now?" he growled, his free hand clenching into a fist. "You knew all of this, and you didn't think to mention it?"
“I don’t get involved in your life like that, patches. You don’t ever care about someone past a night. I didn’t know you had someone.” Hawks said with a scoff.
Dabi's chest tightened at the reminder of his past escapades, the casual hookups he'd indulged in and discarded as quickly as he found them. He hadn't cared about any of them, but...this was different. This was you.
"Well, this time, it's different. I need to find her, feathers," he said through clenched teeth. "You got any leads, anything that can help me track her down?"
“I think I got something. Her old partner still works between my agency and Endeavors. He’ll be here tomorrow around 5. They were close so you can ask him. I’ll look around and see if I can find any other leads.” Hawks said in a serious tone for once.
Dabi let out a huff of air, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He hated that he was relying on Hawks for this, but at least there was something to go on.
"Thanks," he begrudging muttered, stuffing a hand into his pocket. "You get any leads, call me. I'll be in town." With that, he abruptly ended the call, shoving the phone back in his pocket. Now, he just had to wait.
A few days went by with more sleepless nights and Dabi was starting to lose hope in getting any leads on you. He checked around some of your favorite spots around town in hopes someone, anyone, had seen you yet he always came up empty. You had really disappeared into thin air. His heart ached for you and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. However, just when he was about to call it quits for the day his phone rang out in his pocket. Dabi jumped at the sudden noise, his heart racing in his chest. He struggled to get his phone out of his pocket for a moment before answering without even looking at the number.
"Yeah?" he answered gruffly, his voice scratchy from disuse.
“Hello, patches,” Hawks cheerfully said. “got some new info on your girl.”
Dabi's heart rate kicked up a notch, his fingers clenching around the phone. "What is it?" he asked, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“Shinjuku prefecture. Night club called The Blackout. Last known whereabouts or at least that’s what we think. Girl matching her description applied for a job there a few weeks back.” Hawks said.
Dabi's heart skipped a beat. Shinjuku. She was close.
"The Blackout," he repeated, the name already burned into his brain. "What kind of club is it?"
“Gentlemen’s club I think. Not sure. A bunch of newbies visit down that way. Never took her for that type.” Hawk said with a low whistle.
Dabi gritted his teeth at the description. A gentleman's club. The thought of you surrounded by leering, pawing men made his blood boil.
"Thanks, feathers," he growled into the phone. "I'm on it."
He ended the call without waiting for a reply, his mind already racing. He had a location. A place to start. He was finally going to find you. He shoved the phone into his pocket and made his way to the nearest station. He had no idea what state you were in, what condition you’d be in, but he couldn't afford to linger on those thoughts. He had to stay focused, to keep his head in the game until he found you.
The journey to Shinjuku didn't take long, and soon he was standing in front of The Blackout, the thumping bass of the club music filtering out into the night. He could already hear the low conversation of people waiting to get in. He took a deep breath before heading towards the bouncer. The big, burly man looked him up and down before gruffly asking,
"ID?"
Dabi kept his cool as he dug into his back pocket, pulling out a fake ID to hide his true identity. He handed it to the bouncer, who gave it a cursory glance before nodding and allowing him inside. Dabi pushed through the door, the loud music immediately assaulting his senses. The club was packed, the dance floor filled with people swaying and grinding to the beat. Neon lights flashed in a dizzying array, while the low, thumping music made the floor vibrate beneath his feet. He scanned the room, his eyes searching the crowds for any sign of you. He moved through the crowd of people, weaving between dancers and paying customers. He tried to keep his cool, tried to look like he belonged there; he was so close.
You had been gone for exactly one month and in that time you quit hero work, moved out of your old place, sold everything and moved to Shinjuku. You got a job at this club as a runner. You didn’t have the confidence to be a dancer. Yet they still had you dressed up in something skimpy nonetheless. Tonight’s theme was playboy bunny. You wore a purple wig and a black latex body suit. Bunny ears and a bunny tail completing your outfit. You were at the bar patiently waiting for the bartender to fill the order you had just placed.
Dabi made his way to the bar knowing he’d never find you if he didn’t set up somewhere to watch. He made it to one end of the bar when his eyes finally landed on you at the other end. He froze when he saw you. He couldn’t believe it…Hawks intel was actually true. You were right here. Despite his efforts trying to track you down he couldn’t seem to move. He watched as you picked up the tray full of drinks before heading to the VIP lounge nearby. You slipped into the section where some hero’s you used to work alongside gathered.
No one recognized you as you dropped off their drinks. It was another reason you were glad you quit. No one remembered you. They shooed you away and you quickly took your leave. You rolled your eyes as you started to make your way back to the bar. Dabi continued to watch you, his heart in his throat. He was so close to you. Closer than he'd been in weeks.
But the thought of you walking the floor, serving those damn heroes, made him want to set the entire club on fire. You made it back to the bar as you put the tray down. You needed a break. The music was too loud. The lights were too bright. You quickly made your way out the side door and into the alleyway. Dabi’s body finally moved as he made his way to the side door. You slide down the wall once you were outside.
The cool night air hitting your warm skin, the breath of fresh air you needed. You let out a long sigh as you hear the door open again. You don’t both looking up, figuring it was just some club goers leaving for the night. Dabi watched you for a moment, his heart in his throat. The music from the club still pounded in the background, but out here, it was a bit muted. He took a breath, gathering his courage, before walking towards you. His footsteps were soft against the pavement as he approached you. He stopped a few feet away, watching you for a moment, before speaking.
"Hey," he said gruffly, his voice rougher than he intended.
Your eyes widened as you quickly looked up. Your eyes then narrowed as the street lamp made it hard for you to see who it was. Though you knew that voice anywhere.
“Dabi?”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he looked at you.
“Why…why are you here?” You said as you stood up.
"I've been looking for you," he replied, his eyes never leaving your face. "For weeks. I've been searching everywhere for you, and here you are."
“Woah…wait a minute…you’ve been looking for me?” You asked as your eyes narrowed again. Dabi's expression darkened at your skeptical tone.
"Yeah, I have. You disappeared. I thought..."
He trailed off for a moment, his face twisting. He hadn't let himself consider what might've happened to you, what could've been done to you, as he searched. But the fear, the worry, had been there, lurking in the back of his mind.
“Yeah well that’s not really any of your concern is it? I don’t mean anything to you. Just a distraction.”
"Is that really what you think?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "That you didn't mean anything to me? That I called you a distraction?"
“Of course I did. It was the tip of the fucking Iceberg too,” you said with a cold laugh. “turns out I don’t matter to fucking anyone.”
Dabi's hands clenched into tight fists at his side. The anger in your words, the hurt in your voice, pierced through him like a knife.
"Wait a damn second," he snapped, his own anger rising. "You think I don't care about you? You think I don't care what happens to you?"
“No I don’t. You don’t care about me. That stupid hero agency didn’t care about me. The people that I helped protect didn’t care about me. Hell, I’m serving whiskey sours to guys I use to patrol with and they don’t even remember me. I am a nobody. Even worse than a nobody. I’m nothing. Because a nobody like you didn’t even want me. A villain not even wanting me.”
"You think you're nothing?" he said, his voice low and harsh. "You think you don't matter to anyone? To me?"
“Please spare me the bullshit. What are you really here for Dabi? Are you here to fuck me or something because if that’s the case let’s just get it over with.” You said and turned to face the wall as you put her hands against it.
Dabi's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as your words sunk it. He clenched his jaw, a wave of anger and hurt coursing through him. His feet moved before he even realized it, closing the space between you. He reached for your arm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist and yanking you around to face him.
"Look at me," he practically growled.
You glared up at him as tears formed in your waterline. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in his chest as he looked down at you. The angry tears in your eyes, the frustration and pain clear on your face. He didn't know what was worse, hearing those words leave your mouth or knowing that you believed them. He let out a ragged breath, his hand releasing your wrist to instead cup your face. You immediately slap his hand away from your face.
“I…I hate you.”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could feel his own anger rising in his chest, but it was mixed now with hurt, confusion.
"You hate me," he repeated, his voice a low, rough whisper. "You hate me because I care about you?"
“Because you made me feel worthless.” You shot back.
The words stung, cutting him deeper than he could admit.
"I never wanted you to feel like that," he said, his voice gruff. "I never wanted to make you feel worthless. Goddamnit, I care about you! And seeing you here, serving those assholes, dressed like-" He broke off, his gaze raking over her body.
You shifted against the wall before you avert your gaze.
“Yeah well it pays the bills so…”
Dabi's hands clenched into fists again at her response. The fact that she was here, serving those men, dressed like…
"You deserve better than this," he snapped, his voice rough. "You're not just some piece of meat for them to ogle and use. You're worth more than that."
“Oh really? Cause last time I checked that’s all you ever did.”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, the memory of their past together rushing through his brain. He had used you. In the beginning, he had used you to quench his own carnal needs. He had been a heartless bastard, only ever caring about what you could do for him. But it was different now.
"Damnit, that wasn't, that was-"
He clenched his jaw. He wanted to deny it. He wanted to tell you that, at the time, you were nothing more than a distraction for him. A way to take the edge off. But something twisted in his chest as he looked at you face, the pain and anger in her eyes.
"I was wrong," he finally growled. "I was a bastard. I used you. But that's not how I see you now."
“Oh really? How do you see me now huh?”
The way you were looking at him, the challenge in your eyes, the bitterness in your voice, it made his skin crawl. He stepped closer, crowding you against the wall, his hands slamming onto the wall behind your head, caging you in against him.
"You really want to know how I see you?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
You jumped slightly at the way he slams his hands on either side of your head. You let out a scoff as you glared at him.
“Go on then. Show me how you see me. Show me all the ways that I don’t matter to-“
Before you could finish your sentence Dabi was crashing his lips against yours. Dabi couldn't take another moment of your anger, your bitter words, your self-deprecation. He needed to shut you up, to show you how he truly saw you. In a heartbeat he was crowding you back against the wall, his mouth crashing hungrily against your own. Your eyes widened as your hands moved to his shoulders. You pushed against his shoulders before your eyes fluttered shut. It didn’t take long before you were melting into the kiss. The feeling of your body melting under his was like a damn drug to him. He pushed harder into the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips.
He could feel the anger and hurt begin to fade, replaced by a familiar hunger that only you could ignite. His hands wandered over your body, sliding over your hips, his fingers gripping the thin material of the bunny suit you were wearing. He hated this, this flimsy, cheap fabric that so many eyes had been ogling all night. He wanted to tear it off you. Dabi's fingers curled into the fabric, his mind racing with a possessive, primal need. He wanted to mark you, to claim you, to make those damn bastards understand that you were off-limits.
"Damn this suit," he growled lowly, his lips breaking from yours to trail down your jawline. "I hate seeing you in this."
“Take it off then.” You breathed out without thinking much about it.
Dabi's heart skipped a beat at your words, the heat in his chest flaring up again. God, you were testing what little control he had left.
"Right here?" he asked against your jaw, his voice rough. "Right here, in the goddamn alleyway?"
“Miss you too much to care where we do this.” You said as you tugged at his jacket.
That’s all Dabi needed to hear and with that reached down to tear the bottom of your leotard. You gasped at the cool night air hitting your bare core. Dabi let out a low whistle as his fingertips moved down to run over your slit.
“You’re wet. Does dressing up like this for any man to see excite you? Does it make you feel like you matter?”
You let out a whimper at the feeling of his touch again. You shake your head as your grip on his jacket tightens.
“Have to dress like this…for work.”
“Work you have no business being a part of,” Dabi sneered as he reached down to start undoing his belt. “You need to be home with me.”
His words sent heat straight to your core as you felt him free himself from the confines of his jeans. He grabbed one leg and put it over the bend of his elbow. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds and you both groaned in unison.
“You shouldn’t have run from me. You should’ve known I’d track you down.” Dabi said before he slid his length inside you.
You grab onto his biceps as your eyes flutter shut. You tilt your head back against the brick wall while the streetlight above flickers. Almost as if signaling how your mind was working at that moment. His fingertips dig into your skin as he starts to move his hips against you. There was no easing into this, he needed you to remember who you belonged to. Who you belonged with. Who craved you more than he cared to admit. Soon the sound of skin against skin filled the desolate alleyway.
Dabi used his free hand to grab the nape of your neck. He pulled you closer and leaned his forehead against yours. Those eyes you had fallen in love with staring right at you. He moaned at the way you tighten around.
“You’re gonna come back with me aren’t you? That’s where you belong.” Dabi grunted out and you meekly nodded your head.
“Yes…yes I’ll come back to you.”
Your words only make him move faster and the pressure in your stomach builds.
“Say you are mine.”
“I-I’m yours.” You whimper out as you look to see where your bodies connected. He moved his hand away from the nape of your neck and to your jaw. He forced you to look at him.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” You cried out when he thrusted inside you hard.
That sent him over the edge, to know that you’re all his again. You were always his. He buried himself deep inside you as he came. You tightened around him as you moaned his name. Soon the only sounds in the alleyway was your combined heavy breathing. Dabi leaned in and pressed his lips against yours for an unusually tender kiss.
“Let’s get you home, hero.”
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