Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 27 ~

 









꧁༒☬𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓴, 𝓪 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂;
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷☬༒꧂

Oh my god. You hadn't even realized. You felt the heat in your face grow evidently stronger by the second. Dabi smirked at you, holding up a clothing piece by his finger. "I don't think I'd mind, Angelface", he smirked, waving around the piece of clothing.

You glared at him, trying to suppress the blush. "Don't. Even. Try", you mumbled. The fact that people got this creative when it came to, uhm, ... 

He chuckled, his smirk growing bigger. "Y'know, you remind me of my pinkie toe ... sooner or later I am going to bang you on a table", he mumbled the ends of his lips tugging up into a sly grin, his eyes piercing into yours.

You deepened your glare as you held his eyes, trying desperately to make the heat in your cheeks go away. "Try that and I swear to the high heavens above that I will not hesitate to shove an unbuttered mango so far up your ass your sphincter will be quoting the Geneva conventions", you growled through clenched teeth.

Dabi let out a laugh, holding a finger to his lips. "Shh, I can't hear you; you have too many clothes on".

Your attention was redirected to beside you, hearing the movement of another person. Next to you stood a large, middle-aged man looking from you to Dabi with a slightly horrified expression. You couldn't blame him.

You chuckled uneasily. "I-I'm sorry about that, ... this is not what it looks like, I swear", you stared at him, pleading that he would believe.

He suddenly looked down at your hand and then at Dabi's, returning to glare at you with glowering eyes. His plump face frowned, wrinkles forming between his brows and around the edges of his mouth. "Filthy", he grumbled.

You were taken aback by surprise. "I-I'm sorry, what?".

"Not even married, yet you've touched each other in places no one should. You should be ashamed young lady; you are a disgrace and impure".

You were left speechless as your mouth dropped open. You couldn't even bring yourself to deny the fact that you and Dabi hadn't even slept together from sheer shock. The man squinted at you; his eyes filled with cold, bitter hatred. Something likewise that terrorized your childhood.

You stood, frozen, unsure of whether to punch the man or cry, when you suddenly felt some ones shoulder brush against yours. Dabi stood close to you, sending the man a seething look.

"If you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands", he grumbled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you with him as he walked away. You let Dabi guide you as you were still too dumbfounded to quite do anything at all.

Dabi led you to another part of the store, having you sit down on one of the small benches as you were surrounded by a bunch of colourful dresses. He groaned and stretched. "What an asshole", he mumbled looking around.

You swallowed hard, still unsure of what just happened and trying to take both in what the man had said and what Dabi had said. Softly you nodded your head, looking down as you felt the lump in your throat form. It wasn't necessarily the statement itself, even though it was quite close to what had put you down everyday, but it was the bland, cold, hatred that was swimming in his eyes that reminded you of the entire situation you were in. You held your breath, trying to suppress the squeaking noises wanting to make their way up your throat.