Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 10 ~

꧁༒☬𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽,
 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭☬༒꧂

You awoke to your room bathed in a hazy grey light, caused by the overcast sky outside. You sat up, your head still groggy. You liked cloudy or rainy days. The sun wasn't as relentless, less people were out and in case of emergencies, it was also a good excuse to not go out.

You slowly managed to pull yourself out of bed, realizing you desperately needed a shower. Yawning, you sleepily grabbed the clothes you had left to dry underneath your window. It was gross. Yes, but you didn't have much of a choice. Maybe you could inquire about getting new clothes or the ones from your house.

Entering the bathroom, your hope was quickly diminished as you realized there was probably no way Dabi would let you do that. Especially not after the stunts you had pulled yesterday.

You absentmindedly tossed the clothes on the little stand in your bathroom and got in the shower. The water ran along your skin like a warm embrace, easing your stiff muscles. You held the scrapes on your arm beneath the water, letting it wash out gently. "Ow . . . ", you muttered as you brushed out some of the hardened dirt in the wounds. You should've cleaned out the wounds yesterday. You had to remind yourself that if you were to get sick now in any way, your only result would ultimately be death.

Putting shampoo in your hair and massaging your scalp gently, you suddenly heard your room door open. You froze.

"Y/N?", Dabi called out. You felt your body go into systematic shock for a second. "Get out! Get out!", you yelled, "What are you doing in my room?! Get out!".

There were a few seconds of silence before you heard his footsteps make their way into your room. "I came to get my coat", he muttered. "Get! Out!", you yelled, pushing open the shower curtain, "I don't have your stupid, ugly coa-". You did. You did have his stupid, ugly coat. It had completely slipped your mind. "Get your coat later!", you screeched, hearing his footsteps approach.

"No can do", he stated, "I need to go out. As in now". "I literally don't care", your voice was swelling with panic now, "you can live without it". He scoffed. "That's my property and I refuse", he said from somewhere in your room.

You grit your teeth together. "Stay where you are", you threatened, "or I will take this shampoo bottle and shove it so far down your throat you're going to be shitting strawberry-scented soap bubbles for the next three weeks". You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself and grabbed his coat. "If I wasn't totally unethical, I would've already entered your bathroom ages ago", he muttered, leaning against the wall next to the doorway into your bathroom.

You rounded the corner, thrusting the coat into his face. "Because you're just a shining beacon of ethics, right?", you seethed. He huffed as the piece of cloth hit his face. "Now get the hell out of my room", you ordered, stomping back into your bathroom. "You didn't have to be so violent", he grumbled, "violence is not the answer". You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Violence is not the answer", you repeated, "the answer is yes".