hold on

“doll open the door,” how many times has dabi repeated that phrase? three? four? maybe five. he doesn’t know, can‘t be bothered to care. his mind is way too occupied to even count. a hand is buried in his black spiky hair, the other fisted and pressed against the door that separates you from him. “we can talk about this. just open the damn door, will you?”

you respond with silence. you know that dabi could easily burn down the door to the bathroom you‘ve been hiding in for the past half hour. yet somehow he still hasn’t, and you‘re thankful for that. thankful that he still has the mind to give you space and not just burst through despite everything you said earlier.

you sigh once again. pulling your knees impossibly closer to your chest and running your hands through your face. you feel so small, so tired, so sick of it.

DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI)

— i am a firm believer that dabi has an alcohol tolerance as high as the burj khalifa

— even if he doesn’t get drunk-drunk like everybody else, he gets very tipsy and clumsy, basically borderline drunk

— he won’t hurt anyone when he’s ‘drunk’, instead he’s very flirty and sappy towards anyone

— so when the league knew he was in with the alcohol , they immediately pulled you from wherever you were and warped you into the bar

you’re dumbfounded, to say the least. everything that had just happened, occurred in a blink of an eye. you were just standing at you apartment living room about five seconds ago and now you’re in the league’s bar.

“what the—”

“dabi needs your help! damned burnt bitch is drunk, you better do something.”

you snap your head to the direction of the masked man. his hands positioned in front of him as one finger points at the hunched man at the bar counter.

“is that dabi?” you question, not quite sure what you’re looking at due to the dim lights of the bar. “and what do you mean help?”

“(y/n)-chan! dabi is drunk and no one wants to deal with him because he’ll be so gross!” toga says. running towards you with a smile on her face. her hands open wide, now wrapping around your waist. “will you please help us?” she says with her twinkling eyes.

you’re baffled, to say the least. a snort leaves past your lips. you’ve always been proven that dabi was never the man who ever tolerated alcohol, his tolerance is high off the charts, so to hear that he actually is down? excited might just be an understatement.

“alright i’ll help you, you two can go now. have a great night.” you tell them, ushering them to go down the halls and leave you to deal with the drunk man himself. and once they’re out of sight, you turn on your heel, a smile now forming on your face.