Broken [Aizawa x reader]

Chapter 3 - Relapse

CW: dub-con drug consumption.

5 years ago:

It was Friday at the end of the school day and I found myself alone, smoking a cigarette at the back of my high school with my back leaned against the wall. It had been a stressful week and the nicotine always made me calm down.

My smoking break was interrupted by a girl coming out of the back door. At first she didn't see me so I just kept doing my thing ignoring her presence. I don't care if I get caught, honestly, my mom doesn't care what I do as long as I don't bother her.

The girl who's name I didn't know nor care about, turned around and her eyes met mine. "I knew you would be here," she said, now approaching me like if we were friends from ages.

I looked at her weirdly but she ignored my expression and kept walking in my direction. "What the fuck do you want?" I said, throwing the butt of the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. The girl stood in front of me not responding to my question.

"I've seen you around before. I also know how you come out here every Friday to smoke." she finally talked. I wasn't sure if to be somewhat happy that at least someone knew of my existence or to be creeped out because she's been stalking me, so I kept looking at her with a scowl on my face.

"What I'm trying to say is that you look like you need this," She handed me a folded piece of paper, I opened it and saw a number and a name, Dabi, written on it. "He's my plug, he has some good stuff." After saying that, she left without even giving me the time to say anything back.

I stared at the piece of paper debating on texting him or not. Drugs is something I've never been quite fond of or even curious about, but what if he has something that will let me feel anything besides sadness or emptiness? It wouldn't hurt just to try it once, right? How bad can it be?

***

So here I was, outside of a rundown apartment complex waiting for this 'Dabi' guy to come out and give me what I asked for. I asked him for some cannabis to roll two joints, since this was my first time trying anything like that besides cigarettes, he told me to meet him at his place so he could teach me everything.

He sounded like a nice guy over the texts and I didn't have anything to lose so I agreed to meet him. Suddenly a door on the second floor opened and out came a tall, lanky guy with black clothes and a face mask, the only thing visible were his brilliant blue eyes, black hair and some scars under his eyes.

I stayed in my place and waited for him to come to me, I was quite nervous, I didn't do well with new people but we've been texting each other for a couple days so we weren't totally strangers, right?

"Hey" he said once he was close enough. I just smiled at him, too nervous to speak. From up close he looked quite attractive, he lowered his face mask and he had the same scars under his eyes in his jaw.

He just stared at me for a few moments, like taking in my features, though it made the situation a little awkward. I cleared my throat to make him stop looking at me, he noticed he was staring and quickly averted his eyes to the ground.

"U-uh yeah, I have what you asked for." He said while taking a little plastic bag from his jacket with a weird looking dry broccoli inside. He looked at my confused expression and tried not to laugh. "I can teach you how to roll them and shit, if you want."

I looked from the bag to him and just nodded, he turned around and I followed him to what I assumed was his apartment. Now I was more nervous than before, what was I thinking on accepting to go inside a stranger's house? Oh my god, way to go y/n, way to go.