Convalescence || Dabi x Reader

Chapter 17: Don't Do Anything Stupid

Warnings: non-descriptive violence,

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Dabi's POV

With my neck still in (y/n)'s hands, she dodges to the side out of nowhere. My eyes widen at the sight of an arrow made from ice flying past inches away from our heads. Without a moment's hesitation, (y/n) grabs the chain of the handcuffs and jumps off the side of the building, pulling me along with her. She uses her quirk to slow our descent, but the sudden decrease in acceleration strains my shoulders and wrists as I hang several stories above the concrete below.

My feet collide with the ground rather harshly, though I manage to remain standing. When (y/n) lands in front of me, she turns to look me up and down with knitted brows. An irritated sigh escapes her lips as she approaches me, key in hand.

"Don't do anything stupid," she says removing the cuffs and stowing them away in a side pocket.

(y/n) covers her face once again with the mask before gesturing for me to follow her further into the alleyway. I pause.

"And why should I come with you?"

The mask distorts a groan before it snaps its gaze toward me.

"They have skill, numbers, and someone with an air manipulation quirk. And because they saw you with me, you will be targeted and killed alongside me. So, unless you want your fire rendered useless or the air sucked out of your lungs, you will follow me without question," (y/n) hastily warns, sprinting in her original direction.

This time, I follow. She leads me through alley after alley, across streets until we reach a dead end. I'm about to say something snarky, but refrain when she, almost routinely, lifts a manhole cover with ease and hops in – it looked like some video game animation. I peek into the hole and observe her from above unmoving.

"Ugh, get over yourself you baby. Get down here!" she growls at me.

During our sprint, I never saw any of our pursuers, only the sounds of their footsteps and a few explosions; however, when I look up, several people turn the corner into the narrow corridor across the street heading in my direction. One is covered in ice and another seems to be built up from stone, but they all dawn horned masks with different faces painted in neon. It only takes one glance at them to convince me to jump into the sewer line.

The first thing I notice is the suffocating stench that permeates the air. The second is the river of orange and green liquids – interacting like oil in water – that flow through the sewer line. (y/n) pulls me, out of a trance and by my jacket sleeve, and continues racing in confusing directions through the maze of sewer pipes. I hear the ceiling collapse far behind us. Now they're in here too.

The sound of footsteps and splashing from both groups echoes haphazardly against the metal tunnel walls. I can't tell if our pursuers are getting closer or not, but I follow my guide until we reach a dry spot with an exit. She doesn't go through it, however.

"This is the exit, why have we stopped?" I question.

"When you dropped down here, your face scrunched at the terrible smell. It comes from the waste that flows through these pipes. This sewer line originates at the nearby power plant and is sectioned off from the rest of the city's system. This is due to its high flammability and explosive tendencies," a smirk appears on her face, "When I tell you to, light it up."

I sneer, "You do it then. We both have fire quirks."

"I need to focus on setting up a defensive barrier to ensure that we don't blow up with it, so do as I say," (y/n) responds forcefully.

I roll my eyes and prepare my quirk in my hand. It only takes a few moments, but the masked figures turn the corner and (y/n) signals me. As my blue fire reacts with the liquid, I feel a heat appear directly in front of me though the explosion hasn't reached us yet.

"(y/n), whatever you're going to do, do it now," I brace myself for the blast.

"Already doing it," she retorts.

I look at her in confusion, but the overpowering sound waves distract me. The screams of our followers cut out quickly and the bright yellow of the ignited explosion hurtles toward us. My eyes squeeze shut and my arms raise to a defensive position out of instinct, but nothing comes. Though the ledge trembles beneath my unsteady feet, I open my eyes to find a wall of yellow, white, and orange, churning and growing brighter as I continue watching. I turn to (y/n) for an explanation only to find her arms outstretched and a hauntingly small smile appearing on her face.

It is at least thirty seconds until the blast recedes and it reveals a blackened tunnel, though the walls still stand. I smirk; they were made to be blast proof out of caution. My eyes then catch (y/n) fall to her hands and knees. I move to help, but my feet halt in place as I hear, through the ringing, light laughter emanating from her form.

"What did you do?" I ask finally.

"White fire, a special move of mine. It's insanely hot, invisible to the naked eye, and can be molded to act as a solid." (y/n) tiredly rises to her feet, "My fire is fueled with emotion, but using that still takes a lot out of me. C'mon, let's get out of this burnt stink-hole."

After a moment, she leads me through the exit and back above ground. When my eyes scan our new location, I find that we made it to the city outskirts, our exit placed in the middle of the road near an abandoned warehouse. The sun has fallen below the horizon, leaving only a little light to direct our footsteps. (y/n) stumbles drunkenly toward the decrepit building, and just as before, I follow.

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A/N: It's been a rough week, but here it is! I don't have the energy to talk more about this, but I hope you enjoyed it.

Word Count: 1036