favourite crime

you should have run the moment you locked eyes with the villain, you should have minded your own business instead of walking up to him and asking him about his scars, you should have made the right decision and made a run for it when he told you he would skin you alive and burn you.

but you never did. you didn’t run when you saw his beautiful cerulean eyes, you didn’t mind your own business when you asked him about his scars, you never ran away when he threatened to murder you.

you wish did. not because he’s hurting you. it’s because if you did, you would never be placed in situations like this.

one where you would have to choose him, or you.

“go. run away, they’re coming.” dabi says, holding you by your shoulders, but you stand there, shook. the situation is not clicking inside your head; the openly laid pieces not clicking to each other in your blacked out mind.

“(y/n)! for fucksake leave!” he desperately tries to scream at your face. his warm hands pushing you out the emergency exit, his head turning around every millisecond, checking to see if they had managed to break through the the iron sealed door; but nothing seems to be interpreting in your head. his words fall deaf in your ears, eyes devoid of emotion yet still brimming with crystal tears as you look at him.

“i can’t.” you whisper to him, placing your hand over his, to remove his hand the desperately tries to remove his grasp on your skin. though your mind yells at you to go, your better judgment telling you to leave him and go, your heart tells you to stay. he needs you, and you need him. it’s like two working gears that need each other to work. one cannot work without the other, so why run away when you well know that if he’s lost, you’re deemed useless. “i can’t go, i’m staying with you.”

dabi shakes his head. he doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t want to see you taken with him. he knows you have something better awaiting for you on the other side; friends and family members waiting for you to come back into their arms. yet you won’t budge, you desperately cling onto him like a child, something he greatly opposes, yet guilty wants.

“you’re not staying with me doll. you have better things out there waiting for you! you can have someone better than me! just— just fucking run!” this time he thrashes, shoving you against the metallic door, pushing it with his leg, but you don’t want to let go of him, holding onto his marred skin like it’s your life line.

“i don’t want better dabi! i want you! you’re the one i want!” you scream against him, watching as the lock on the iron door bust one by one, signifying that they are slowly but surely making their way inside the room.

dabi hears everything, he knows they’re kicking against the door, doing the best that they can so that they can take him away, finally lock him in so that you can live your life.

“can’t you see doll?! i’m no good for you! i’m not good for you! i’m— i can’t be someone you can marry! i’m not the person who’ll take you out on dates! i’m not the person you need!”

if dabi was the same old person he was before, he would have left you right here, run out the window and let them search the entire place, watch them take you away for questioning. but dabi isn’t the same old person from before. this time, he will face them, he won’t run away, he won’t let them take you away, he’ll let them take him, for your own good. he’s not good for you, he’s not what you need, he’s bad for you, he wants you to live a normal life. he wants you to get married and have kids, be taken out on a date, just as you want, but unfortunately he can’t do that. so he’ll do this instead, be captured and let you go, so that you’ll live a normal life, just like what you dream of everyday.

“fuck what i need dabi! i want you! you’re what i want! i can’t live without you!” you yell as he pushes you against the exit. he knows there are people on the opposite side of the door, waiting for him to push you against the door, and let you run into their arms, but you’re making that quite difficult, so he has to do what he’s about to do.

and god does he pray to whatever god is up there, that you forgive him.

“you don’t deserve this doll,” he says grimly but he smiles this time, waiting for you to lock eyes with his, wanting for you to get lost in his blue eyes for a few seconds. “look at me baby,” he softly says, placing his hand against your cheek. “i love you.” he says, and you nod against him, this time with tears striking down your rosy cheeks.

“i love you too.” you reply, and he sadly yet happily smiles, this time placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into a searing kiss. his eyes closed as he locks his lips with yours, his hand wrapping around your waist for the last time as he slowly opens the door behind you, slowly turning its handle softly. and when it finally creaks open, the iron door from the other side finally busts open.

he pecks you for the last time before letting go of you, allowing you to fall to the people behind you. it all happens in slow motion, men in suits grabbing him and forcing him to his knees as they inject his neck with an unknown fluid. your eyes widen as the door slowly closes in front of your face. you thrash around the people who hold you down, yelling his name like a prayer while he keeps his eyes on you, that stupid love sick look on his face, the look he always gave you.

dabi might have committed a million crimes against society, but out of all of them, this has to be his favorite. his guilty pleasure, his day dream, his sacred haven, you are his favourite crime. so with a last breath he screams your name, yelling an ‘i love you!’ before the his eyes fall closed and the door shuts with your piercing scream behind it.

out of everything he’s done, you will always be his favourite crime.