Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 40 ~

꧁༒☬𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷.

 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭.☬༒꧂

Your face grew in such a heat it felt as if it was going to explode. "Dabi...", you started slowly, threatening. He scoffed, chuckling. "You should see your face Y/N, you're redder than a tomato", he snickered. You sighed in relief. "I swear to god, Dabi, I will one day hit you with a chair", you grumbled.

"I knew you thought I was a scumbag, but I'm not that low Y/N. I don't do that", he looked at you almost seriously, "those men are below low". You stared at him solemnly. A string of guilt tugged at you, but you couldn't deny the fact that you still would've held it against him.

"Anyways, how long have I been out?", you asked. He thought about it for a moment. "3 days". You choked on the water you were about to drink. "What?!", you stared at him. "Yeah, Jason's been here too. He said you'd be fine, I'd just have to let you sleep it out", he mumbled. That was strange. Normally Jason was the one to panic over even a scratch, it was weird that he'd just let something like this slip. You thought back to what happened in the bathroom, a shudder running through you. You couldn't believe this was happening again.

As if reading your thoughts, Dabi spoke up. "So, what actually happened there in the bathroom?", he mumbled. You took a sip of the water. "Before I do that, can I get dressed?", you frowned as you finished the question, wondering why you were even asking for permission. Dabi shrugged, lying down on his back on the bed. "I don't mind you not wearing anything, honestly".

You rolled your eyes. "I bet you don't", you got up, clutching the blanket to yourself and shuffled over to your cupboard. Your legs were still shaky, but you managed to stumble over to your bathroom. You had to step carefully at the mess that was all over your bathroom floor. Your cupboard was surprisingly still intact – all its contents spilled out. You put on your clothes slowly, your hands and legs shaky. Finally dressed, you were finally brave enough to look into the mirror. Your entire lower face was covered in dry blood, so was your collarbone and your shoulders. Part of you was glad it was there because it had meant neither Jason nor Dabi touched you, but the other part was beyond disgusted.

You grabbed a cloth and wettened it. Pressing it to the dried blood, you started rubbing it off, rinsing out the cloth when it was full of blood. You reached to your back, trying to get the blood there too. You groaned as you realized your arm was too short. How had it even got there? Was it because you'd fallen into your own puddle of blood or was it because of the symbols that appeared on your back? Either way, you realized it was pointless to try and clean the blood off of your back by yourself which left you with the only other option – Dabi. Every fibre in your body was fighting against it, but you were still more disgusted by the blood than by Dabi.

"Dabi", you called out, "I need your help". The words sounded strange coming out of your mouth. "Well, you gotta come here, because I'm not standing up", he called back. You rolled your eyes. Again. "No, why?".

"You're the one who wants something from me, not the other way around". You scoffed. Yeah right. You made your way back into your bedroom, switching on the light in the process. "I really hate you", you grumbled as he looked up from lying on the bed. "Waddya need, Y/N?", he smirked at you, propping himself up on his arms, "gotta say you do look better without the blood on your face, although it does bring out your eyes".