Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 4 ~

꧁༒☬𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮,
 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻.

 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭,
𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻.☬༒꧂

You stared at him, unblinking. Was he serious? You thought this only happened in movies?! No, there was no way in hell this guy could be serious. Maybe this was all some crazy dream. Had you accidentally taken some shrooms or something? Could it have been something Tiffany had had on her?

"Uh...", you muttered quietly, "I didn't think you were one for jokes". 

"I'm not joking".

"What? You actually want me to join your -", you looked around at the villains," your little fan club-of-All Might-haters?".

"Little fan club-of-All Might-haters?", he repeated. You heard Dabi snicker.

"That was rather impolite", he said, his voice dripping with acid as his eyes shortly drifted over to Dabi to glare at him," but since you're one of us, I won't kill you...for now. You've only just begun after all".

"One of you? Hold on, this is definitely not what employment works like. I didn't agree to any of this!", you exclaimed, yet the moment you sat up, a sharp pain pierced through your head, making you slump back.

"Well, you don't need to, after all, you wouldn't want to refuse an offer like this. You'd be crazy if you did".

"By all means, call me a psychopath but I do, in fact, refuse".

"I could also call you dead".

"That's... wait, why?".

He chuckled. "Like I said. You won't be able to refuse our offer after you realize that without us, you're going to die".

"To be fair... all of us die at some point. But I would like to know why you think, I especially might die soon".

Shigaraki seemed highly amused. "Simply because of this".

'Misty' handed him a silver platter with a cloth draped over it. Shigaraki held it out in front of you and took off the cloth.

You stared at the platter and then at Shigaraki.

This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. You couldn't help yourself anymore. You started snickering. "Uhm ... ", you coughed trying to fight off the giggle, "I'm not quite - not quite sure what it is that you're trying to achieve", you had to press your lips tightly together to keep from laughing.

In front of you was a platter full of chocolate-chip cookies. This definitely was a dream. Villains trying to bribe you with cookies? Yeah, no way this was reality. Who knew what crazy dreams a cold could stir up? Or shrooms. Who knows.