Broken [Aizawa x reader]

Chapter 14 - Second thoughts and regrets

I was making my way to Dabi's apartment since it was Friday and I just got out of school. I made a quick stop at the convenience store to buy some snacks and when I approached the cashier she looked at me weirdly. It probably was because of the face mask I was wearing but I had to hide the big ass bruise my mother gave me on the chin earlier this morning somehow.

I just glare at her and quickly get my bag of things and storm out of the store, resuming my walk to Dabi's picking up my speed. Once I got there, I went up the stairs to his floor and gently knocked on the door before entering. He always leaves the door unlocked when he knows I'm coming over.

I got inside and I spotted Dabi sitting on his couch with a blunt between his lips while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. I closed the door behind me and made my way through empty beer cans and clothes scattered on the floor to get to him. I take the joint from his lips and place it mine, taking a long drag from it and blowing the excess smoke in his face. I raise back up my face mask before he can notice the bruise on my chin, silently thanking the low LED lights and the foggy atmosphere where it was hard to notice the purple patch of skin unless he's up close.

Dabi smirks and pats his lap, signaling for me to sit there. I place the bag with snacks in the crowded coffee table before sitting down, he takes back the blunt and keeps smoking eyeing the black face mask I was wearing with narrowed eyes. I turned my face away from him not wanting to take my mask off, I briefly told him about my home situation, that's why I came to him searching for an escape. But I haven't told him about my mom and the things she does to me when she's drunk, I don't want him to pity me or think I'm weak for letting it happen. That's what everyone thinks.

Dabi squishes my cheeks with one of his hands and turns my face the other way so I'm facing him again, he puts off the blunt on his other hand and lowers my mask to my neck, exposing my face completely. He notices the bruise on my chin and his eyes instantly widen a little, his gaze shifts to my eyes and back to my chin silently requesting for an explanation for the bruise.

"I just got into a fight, it's nothing." I dismissed it and yanked my head out of his grasp, taking off the face mask and tossing it to the floor next to the rest of the littering trash. I get off Dabi's lap and take a seat next to him, looking at anything except him.

He hasn't said anything since I told him that and I'm nervous he didn't buy that lie and will pry until he gets the actual answer. Without saying anything, Dabi stands up and walks to his bathroom. He leaves the door open and I can hear him rummaging through things, it's my turn to widen my eyes when I see he came back with a first aid kit in hand.

Dabi sat down in his spot and turned to face me, he placed the first aid kit in his lap and grabbed my face with both his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers were soft and smooth compared to his palms and wrist where the skin was scarred and rough but still well taken care of.

I stared into his bright blue orbs, seeing how he scanned my bruise and the rest of my face from up close. After some minutes of him just taking in my features, Dabi finally let go of my face and averted his attention towards the box in his lap. He opened it and took out some ointment and a band-aid.

With one of his hands he held my chin lightly so my face stayed in place while he was patching me up, with the other, he squeezed some of the healing gel just below my lip and gently rubbed it over the bruised skin. I winced a little at the contact and Dabi made sure to keep his touch as light as possible, barely touching the wound. After he was finished with that, he grabbed the band-aid and covered my wound with it.

He finished his work and placed a small kiss over the band-aid, the action caught me off guard and I widened my eyes once again. Dabi had implied multiple times that he was attracted to me but he never made any bold moves other than a kiss on my cheek or hugs here and there, so this caring action of helping me with my wound and even kissing it after made me feel a little warm inside. Unknowingly, a small smile made its way to my lips and heat rose to my face.