bnha scenarios

dabi | ⛈

prompt: dabi is forced to harden his heart and decide between his needs and his wants.
category: angst
character: dabi
word count: 683

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"YOU'RE NOT SAFE HERE," He suddenly said, his scarred hands gripping the bedsheets of the abandoned home. A home that they had made theirs over the years. They had ducked in it to avoid the rain at first, but by saving money and working vigorously, they'd made it their home; their place to run to, their comfort place.

And it seemed that he was ready to leave it so quickly.

Her brows furrowed as she paced. Her quirk had activated and he knew there was no point in gripping her and stopping her from walking back and forth like a maniac; her quirk repelled anything near her, after all. "What do you mean by that? We lived here for years and we've always been safe. Why are you saying that I'm not safe?"

He looked her over, biting his bottom lip. "You know I don't want to argue, babe." She whirled around. You'd have to be blind to ignore the fiery look in her eyes, the way her nails dug into the skin of her arms, and how agitated she looked as she stared at him. Just her gaze sent shivers down his spine. 

"Are you underestimating me?"

"What? No—"

"—it fucking seems like it."

The room fell silent for a second and her footsteps paused, her feet glued to the floor as she turned her attention to him. "Did you do something stupid again?" Dabi opened his mouth to defend himself, tensing as her entire body turned towards him. "You did, didn't you?" Y/n didn't even let him respond, adjusting the sweater that covered her top.

He didn't want Y/n to know about the LoV. Sure, he loved her with his entire heart, but he didn't want to entangle her in his own web of perspectives. "I," Dabi let out a sigh as his thoughts raced, all focused on one key idea: Drive her out. He stood up, seeming furious. "So what if I did?! Aren't you always going on and on about how I can be reckless?!"

She suddenly took a step back, obviously taken aback by his abrupt attitude. I'm sorry. He repeated it like a mantra, approaching her quicker. "You never trust me or my decisions, do you? You probably talk about me behind my back! I wouldn't be surprised since a little whore like you can't keep her mouth shu—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, a harsh slap throwing him off course. A stinging pain hit his cheek and he looked down at his ex-girlfriend. Tears were welled up in her eyes as his heart shattered, "Fuck you, fuck you." Dabi knew he hit a nerve, putting his hand over his still pained cheek.

She didn't hesitate when she started packing her clothes, the room falling silent again. Dabi busied himself by looking at the pictures of their relationship, some of them tucked away in drawers while others were stuck between their headboard and the cheap mattress. Y/n checked over everything, walking towards Dabi before stopping and staring at what he was looking at.

Instead of looking at him with a loving look like she used to, the girl seemed disgusted. "You can keep those; your hands have touched them enough," Y/n wanted to insult his scars too, but she refused to stoop to his level. The girl grabbed her stuffed bag, walking out quickly and into the sidewalks, disappearing in a stream of people.

Dabi watched as far as he could, his heart dropping when he couldn't see her anymore. He trailed back to the bed they once shared, the space beside him feeling cold as he patted it gently. He had held her there multiple times and the memory of their figures fitting together like a puzzle was something he'd never forget.

He took out a faded picture, staring at it before glancing at her spot on the bed, his head dipping as his own tears streamed out of his eyes. 

I'm sorry.