Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 61 ~

꧁༒☬𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓶𝓮,
𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭.
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓭.☬༒꧂

You shook your head softly, your laughter dying down slowly as you sipped from the drink. Dabi smirked to himself, taking the other bottle and drinking from it too. Cups would've been nice, but well, circumstances wouldn't allow much. You didn't care though, this was nice. You hadn't enjoyed yourself like this in such a long time.

"Y'know", Dabi stared at the setting sun, his face solemn, all trace of laughter gone, "I don't understand how you adjusted". You looked at him in confusion. "Adjusted?", you asked. This time he was the one to look at you. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't pinpoint. "To this situation. We kidnapped you, and you well, just accepted it", he explained. It was weird, the way Dabi spoke to you. He had never spoken to you ... this normal.

You shrugged, thinking over what he said. "To be fair, at first I swore to myself to never give up and take the first chance I got to escape, but ...", you voice quieted down. What was your reason? You sighed, biting your lip. "It could've gone worse", you mumbled, "I could've ended in worse hands". As if you hadn't already been in worse hands. "It's not that bad, actually", you let out a humourless laugh, "I mean if I were to escape, what would I have to go back to?". Dabi stared at you, realizing what you were saying. "My friends, which had been everything to me, turned out to be my enemies. I'm wanted now too. Jason ... went from a good friend to literal trash. I've failed university anyways, I missed all the finals. There is nothing to go back to", you mumbled, "so there's no point in trying to escape". You could've probably still tried to escape and could've explained your situation and still managed, but it was such a struggle. You were so tired of struggling, all your life it had been a struggle to do the right thing, and that wasn't just a mental thing. Here as a villain, part of the league ... there were no expectations of how to act. You could act as selfishly as you'd like, you could do what you want. You could rebel against anything that didn't suit you. You had people around you, that were insane, sick and dangerous, but in a sense you were all the same. You never fit in anywhere, you had all been discarded as trash. Your actions to do your best were seen as useless, futile, worthless. Even if you had given it your all, it still wasn't good enough.

"But what's there to keep you here either?", Dabi mumbled quietly, staring at his hands. You looked over at him. Your heart clenched. It knew the answer. "I'm ... not sure", you mumbled, looking at the red line that danced along the horizon, the only trace that was left of the sun. The only proof it existed in the first place. "Y/N", Dabi's voice had grown even more quiet, you could feel his eyes on your face, "what was in that file? What was that whole lab we went to?".

You felt your mouth go dry, fear making you feel sick. You looked up at Dabi, searching in his eyes for a reason as to why he'd want to know. There was nothing in his eyes, but the bare blue. You sighed, looking ahead again. "What's with the sudden question?", you asked. He shrugged lightly. "After all that, I at least wanna know what the big deal is", he mumbled. You pursed your lips. There was no reason not to tell him. Nothing to lose at this point. "Fine, but then I want to ask you a question of my own", you proposed. He looked at you warily, contemplating what your question might be. He sighed at last, nodding slightly. "Okay".

This time it was your turn to sigh."Do you ... Do you remember, in the very beginning when you kidnapped me", you glanced at his arm for no specific reason, "and Kurogiri asked me if my stepfather had researched me?". You looked up at him. He nodded slightly. "Well, research was a mellow word to use. My stepfather experimented on me. Relentlessly".

"It started a few years after my biological father died. He was in the army, I think it was a bomb that killed him. A year after my fathers death, my mother met this guy. He was really good-looking, smart, rich and very, very humble and kind. Michael Goldberg. Mom had hit the jackpot, really. He was kind to her, he treated my sister and me like his own children. He brought us presents, we went on holiday trips, he would take us out for ice cream when he had time. It was really lovely. From the very start though, when the relationship began, he would always go somewhere from 5pm until often late at night. He said it was work. And well, I guess it was. He was a scientist, and so my mom believed him. We all did. And then after I'd say, a year and 4 months into them getting married, he got weird", you swallowed. Dabi's eyes never left your face after you had started talking, "he got really weird. He got angered so quickly sometimes, and he was always asking me about my quirk. Really, whenever we spoke, it was always about my quirk.".

Your heart throbbed in your chest, your breathing became hard, you looked at Dabi for reassurance. "Then one day", you swallowed, looking at the now dark sky, "then one day, mom wasn't home, and neither was my sister. They had gone out shopping, and I've never been one for fashion, so I stayed home. And- And then he-". You had to take a deep breath, the memory engrained in your brain like it was yesterday. "He-He came home and he asked me where mom was. I- I told him- I told him that mom wasn't – wasn't – wasn't", your words became choked as you started fighting the tears, "mom wasn't home. And I remember, he got this really weird look on his face. It scared me. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. They looked crazed. He looked crazy".

"Y/N", it was Dabi's voice, it was so gentle, but you could barely hear it, seeing the memory in front of you. "He told me: "Hey Y/N, let's go get some ice cream, okay?". I believed him. I was only 9. I believed him. So – So we got to the car and – and I-I got in, and we drove. I remember I was confused why were getting ice cream so late, the sun had set half an hour ago; but I didn't care. It was ice cream; I mean what 9 old doesn't want ice cream with their dad. I was so happy when he first came. Finally, I had a dad. Finally, I could live through all those memories my friends always talked about. That special father-daughter bond, where your dad is your hero, your everything", you let out a choked laugh, "anyways, I remember we drove and I was staring out of the window. The more we drove, the less houses started to appear, the streetlights got less, the roads got emptier and I asked him; "Dad, where are we going?". He turned around from the front seat and smiled at me. His smile was tight. "We're going to get some ice cream, don't worry. I know this super new nice ice cream place". I was confused, but I trusted him. Oh god, I trusted him", you sucked in a sharp breath, trying to hold back the sob.