Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 35 ~

꧁༒☬𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴,         
𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 - 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽☬༒꧂

The salvage yard you had decided on going to was littered with old cars, some in considerable conditions, other in zombie-like states, and everywhere you looked were either old parts from cars or just random scrap metal. Dabi had been oddly quiet ever since Jason had arrived, only silently following behind you.

The sand crunched under you shoes as you entered the place, which was surrounded by a flimsy-looking fence. "Are you sure this is where you want to get a car?", you mumbled, doubt making you frown as you looked around.

Jason shrugged. "We could also go to Tesla by all means, although I'm quite sure we won't get out of there alive unless we have some actual weaponry with us", he stated as you saw a large middle-aged man approach you with heavy steps.

You had to fight against the urge to frown in distaste as he came closer. He smelled awful, large beads of sweat dripping down his forehead – even though today was a cool day, the clouds dark in the sky. His shirt was full of food splatters and oil flecks.

He grunted at Jason, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "Ya came here lookin' for a car or somethin'?", he grumbled, his voice was raspy from smoking. The smoking part visible by his yellow-stained teeth.

Jason nodded respectfully. "That would be about right sir, but I think we'll manage on our own just fine – if that's alright with you of course", he politely smiled at the man. The man scoffed, clearly not falling for Jason's façade. "Fine, but don't cause any trouble, ya here me? Ya kids are always up to somethin'", he hissed, turning to walk. "Not at all sir", Jason called after him.

He let out an awkward laugh. "So, Y/N what car do you want?", he turned to look at you. "Wait, are we actually stealing a car?", you repeated, still hoping for this to be a joke.

"I'm sure he won't mind", he chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure he will mind. Extremely mind. As in ass-whooping-mind", you emphasized. Jason laughed. "Ah Y/N, you have a criminal-probably-killer and a genius hacker with you, what could possibly go wrong?".

"Yes of course, what possibly could go wrong?", you growled through clenched teeth, as Jason turned to walk, his hands behind his head. You heard Dabi chuckle behind you.

"Welcome to the dark side, Y/N", his voice was close next to your ear, "where all the fun stuff happens".

A soft shiver ran its way down your neck. You glanced over at him, his eyes meeting yours. You looked away, quickly choosing to follow Jason. Oh god. Oh god. You internally slapped yourself. If you thought what was happening was happening, it better not be happening.

Jason looked over at the cars, seeming interested in a small minivan. "We don't want to pick anything that stands out", he mumbled, partially to himself. You nodded. "Yeah, but maybe instead of like a minivan maybe like a truck? If we need to drive in an emergency, we actually need to be able to drive. Anywhere", you pointed out.

Jason nodded thoughtfully, walking over to the truck section. Most of them were pretty banged up and looked like they were about to fall apart, but its not like you had much of a choice. You split up, looking through the trucks.

There were a few 'promising-looking' trucks; one truck in specific though, caught your eye. It's body was coated in a deep dark-blue paint, looking somewhat decent minus the few scratches and dents. Jason walked up next to you. "Am I hallucinating or is this a Ford F250 Highboy?", you mumbled, excitement making you smile. Jason nodded enthusiastically. "You would be correct. Produced from 1967 to somewhere in 1977. Great cars, really", he mumbled, looking it over. You walked up closer to the truck. "Dad would've killed for this", you mumbled quietly, the memory making your smile. The only reason you knew what car this was, was because your dad had been crazy about cars, but in specifics - classic cars. This car here right in front of you had been one of your dad's favourite trucks.