The chiming of a bell sounded throughout bar causing some to crane their neck to the body stepping through, and one certain head seems as though they couldn’t tear their gaze away. Dim lights flickered like candles as soft murmured of laughter and conversation bubbles among the crowd. However, the stench of alcohol and the staggering bodies of intoxicated individuals kicked out the somewhat homey atmosphere it did possess and brought you back to reality.
Y/n glance around eyes low, scooping out the scruffy place before making their way to the bar area. A certain pair of turquoise eyes trailed after you, gaze scanning over the other figures before they go back to their own glass of liquor in front of them. Y/n takes a seat a few chairs down from mysterious ebony-haired male, face filled with boredom as that wait for the bartender. Like daggers being thrown to them, the lanky build man kept throwing glances to then, slow driving y/n into a sour mood.
”You're going to keep staring or do we have a problem?” Y/n growled to him, eyes turning to slits as they glance back to the other. A deep chuckled followed their response and he turned to face them, a lazy smirk hanging over his face. His skin was brunt to crips under his eyes down from his bottom half of his face down to his chest. The white shirt slightly dangling just below his chest, giving prying eyes a sight to see. Even over his arms the skin was darkened and being held firm by stables. Those dead, tired turquoise eyes gazing back over them had y/n squirming slightly in their seat. He wasn't, by all mean unattractive, however; he had such a spin chilling aura around him that made the hairs on y/n neck stand.
His bored gaze racked over their body before he picked up his glass and took a long sip. “Cute.” He sneered, setting the cup down and leaning over the bar counter as he stared back. You scoff and leaned over the counter as well supporting your face with your hand as you turned the other way. ‘Damn creep.’ You thought while playing with your hair. After a pregnant paused you threw a quick glance to him,catching the stranger staring holes into your figure. Glaring you smacked your lips and sat up, “The fuck your problem.” You snapped, he rolled his eyes and nodded to the bartender who sat a small glass in front of you.
“You got quite the temper for someone who looks more nervous to be here then anything.” You held your tongue, as heat rush to your cheeks and turn away from his powerful gaze. Amusingly he nodded to the tender as they walk away and he sips the last few drops in his glass.
“So, got a story? I’m down for some mindless babbling if you’re up for a chat.” He said, clearly drunk from the pinkish hue dancing over the tip of his nose. You raise a brow, questioningly to him, and grumbles, “You’re clearly drunk, and I don’t want to entertain you.” You spat and push away the glass.
He seemed unbothered by your response and waved his hand around, ”Come on, at least rewind and enjoy a drink. It's the least I can do for a cutie like you.” he smirks and motions do the bartender to pour him another. The glass did look nice and you truly wanted something to make your mind fog and forget the deeds you have committed for today. You were tired, angry, resentful, and beyond anything wanting a place to fall in, with arms open out welcomingly. Maybe one glass wouldn’t hurt.
It wasn’t long till you and Dabi,(he had given his name after you taken your third shot), were giggling and talking among each other like old high school friends. Flirting being one of the heaviest components in your conversation. “God your boss sounds like a fucking two year old.” You cackle as Dabi muffled chuckles followed, another glass was pressed to his lips as he downs his last one for tonight. “Well it’s that or back on the streets I go, I rather deal with his stick built ass then bust my ass on the streets.” He grumbles, grinning to you as your calm down your laughter.
“Ah-ah....you’re a...a street rat too.,” you mumble eyes half-lidded as you try to keep your eyes from caving in. “I’m guessing.....I'm guessing you have some.....some demons you’re trying to escape too.” You murmured, face half-buried into her arm as you placed your half-drunken glass on the counter. Cheeks flushed with steaming heat as you swayed in your seat. “All my life I’ve been running....running from family, responsibilities, actions. I never really had someone to rely on or tell me I’m doing good or I’m on the right path. I’ve just been ridicule since day one, you’re not pretty enough, smart enough, rich enough, Or enough in general. Hell, even your quirk sucks what can you make out your life you?” Y/n babbled, Dabi nodded silently listening.
“I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just pour my heart out to you, god I don’t even know you.” You mumble, face planting into the counter as you shakily take a breath. Your head aching slightly as you felt the sting of the alcohol slide down your throat.
“I mean...I kind of feel the same way.” He said, eyes glancing back you as he shifted into his seat, “When you’re told you’ll never be appointed for something, its easy to wallow in it.” He circles the rim of the cup humming as he stares down at the ice cubes, “My family, they weren’t the best and my father. He chuckles, “Is a piece of fucking work.” He gazes over to you sitting up straight as you listen intently.
“Blue demons....” you murmurs eyes nearly closing on you. He raised a brow over to you with amused expression. “What?” He questioned with a small smile, finding your slouch over and smoosh face cute.
“You’re...you’re demons are blue, filled with nothing of sadness. They know no other emotion, but hurt and betrayal .” You babbled under your breath, your eyes finally caving in on you as your slouch back over.
“Blue demons huh?” Dabi mumbles to himself, watching you fall over and sleep over the dingy oak wound counter. He sighs, “I gotta carry your ass don’t I?” He questions chucking to himself as you snore and whine under your breath.
Lmao, this took me five straight days to finish cause I’m a lazy bitch 💅🏾 .
I hope you enjoyed it, it was something that just popped in my head while suffering from some something and it’s helped me.
I know he’s a little Occ, I promised I’ll get better in the future.