reckless

everyone has a love story. in a person’s book of life, at-least one chapter of their story has a chapter filled with love. may it be happy, sad, or in-between, it has always been there. and that includes you too, you have a chapter in your open book, a chapter filled with love and affection.

but somehow, your chapter of love and affection suddenly closed without your knowledge. unknowingly, your book wrote on its own, a new chapter filled with deceit, pain, and recklessness.

happier than ever

your legs hang by the edge of the ledge, dangling in mid air as you watch the people pass by the side walk. you watch their expressions as they walk, some happy, some sad, some mad, some solemn, either way, you wouldn’t know the reason behind it to actually care enough for it.

as they all leave and enter you field of vision, thoughts start to clog your mind. there are a lot of things that start to enter your empty mind, people who have come and by in your life, people who had decided to stay, and people who decided to never be seen with you ever again.

but one person seems to stick to your mind like a goddamn parasite. your mind holding onto him like a fucking vice grip.

from his ink black hair, cerulean eyes, purple tattered skin, iron staples, pale complexion, you memorize them all like how a poet would fall in love with their work and memorize each line like it was their saving grace. from the very top down to the sole bottom, you could recite and site them all in the coma.

his name was dabi. or so what he would go by.

loving you is a losing game

screams from left and right fill your ears. your injured shoulder being held by your opposite arm, your back pressed against his own, both your breathing ragged as you continue to dodge attacks being sent your way.

“i’ll create an opening for you.” dabi mumbles just enough for you to hear. you nod at his words, craning your head to look at him. his cerulean eyes meet your own, his leather jacket long gone, body overheating due to the overuse of his quirk. “and once that opening is clear you’ll go run with toga, aight?”

you nod at him again, unable to open your mouth and respond properly because of your burned throat. you’re turning in all directions, dropping to your knees as you trip another hero to their feet, using your own quirk to torment and bring them to their death.

dabi watches you from the corner of his eyes, blood dripping from the creases of his tattered skin. you’ve always been so beautiful to him, always been so comforting to look at, always have been so precious and dear to him. he smiles, both sadness and love swelling in his broken heart, moving eagerly and strategically to make you a way out of this hell hole.

“hey blood sucker!” he yells, calling the blond girl who’s also fighting for her life. toga looks at him, easily taking another persons life with her blade, her golden eyes looking at dabi’s own. “on my signal, you and (y/n) are gonna run away from here, okay?” there’s an uncharacteristic softness and emotion in dabi’s voice, and toga notices it.it’s instantly clear to her that dabi’s going to do something unheard of, something that he doesn’t want to do, but has to do.

“dabi.” your voice is hoarse and small, but dabi can easily point it out in the battle scene. he’s on to your aid, running as he desperately tries to not get hit by the big attacks sent towards him. “you’re going to come with us, right?”

dabi’s eyes widen. his throat runs dry, looking into your glossy orbs. he tries to ignore that look you’re sending him, tries to ignore the way your eyes visibly morph into something he can’t quite fathom, something he refuses to fathom. 

“dabi, you’re coming right?” once more you ask, your arm grabbing him by his wrist. he still doesn’t look at you, instead he’s looking everywhere searching for an exit for you and toga. 

“toga! the right wing, grab (y/n) on my signal.” he yells for the blonde girl, ignoring your constant mumbling, ignoring the way you’re holding unto him as if he’s going to disappear if you let go of your tight grip on his arm. “count to three, and i’ll push them to you.”

“got it!” toga yells, jumping from the height she stands at. your words fall deaf into his ears, eyes welling with tears as you tightly cling to him. he doesn’t look back at you, afraid that he might not pull through with this, afraid that he might actually cling unto you and never let you go until he meets his long awaited death.

“dabi. hey, dabi. dabi. listen to me.” you’re putting more effort into saying his name, putting more effort into pulling his arms with you as he continues to pretend he doesn’t hear you. “dabi—”

“(y/n).” he says your name with both sweetness and bitterness, both of his hands placed on your waist. you get pulled into his chest, his arms desperately squeezing you with all of the strength he can muster. you fall into his touch, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. “you— you’re really precious to me, y’know.” he mumbles into your ear with raw emotion in his voice. “you’re the most important thing i have to me, the most important person who i would lay down my life for, the only person who i would put down everything for and be with.”

you nod into him, feeling him press a kiss against your hair. he runs his fingers through your hair one last time, remembering the feeling of your frame pressed against his, clinging on to the scent you emit.

“why are you telling me all of this?” you can’t help but ask him, afraid that he might do something you don’t want him to do. afraid that once he lets go of your limited time together, he’ll be gone from your grasp forever. “why—”

“toga! now!”

it all happens in a blur. he’s pushing you away from his body, towards the direction of the exit he had made. your body is frozen, eyes wide as you feel toga wrap her arms around you and pull you with her to the light which you’ve been yearning for. time seems to slow down when you realize what’s happening, you thrash against he hold of the young girl despite your mangled body being in pain.

“dabi! dabi! wait! dabi! dabi!” you’re yelling for his name, tears freely falling down your eyes as your hand reaches out for him. he can only stand and watch you yell for him, smile as your tears scream for his warmth. “dabi!”

his body slouches, eyes watching you with blood dropping down his cheeks. he smiles brightly once you’re out of sight, happy that you’re finally out of this place he has brought you in. he finally accepts his fate, finally accepts the other side that had been waiting for him this whole time. he closes his eyes and sees you through the white light that seeps through, sees you stand as you pick out your favourite kind of flower; the same kind that he had always stolen from the flower shop because you had told him you like that kind. your smile is wide when you realize he’s there, waving him over to where you stand. with his last piece of consciousness he takes it all up and closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in your vivid image.

“even in my death, you still are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

tired

[dabi manga spoilers!]

“doll,” dabi’s cold voice breaks through the radio silence in your mind. your attention is immediately brought to him. your hand reaching out for his as you two stand in the middle of the chaos. “can you listen to me for five seconds?”

“even if it were an hour, touya, i’d listen.” he laughs lightly at your words causing you to smile painfully with his laughter. his marred and injured arm grabs you by your forearm softly. walls made out of blue fire are put up by him, dividing you from the clash out there.

“you know,” he starts, burying himself into your neck. you freeze, then loosen, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “i’m tired.” he mumbles into your skin.

“me too, i am as well.” you bitterly say, voice slightly muffled by his body. he nods into you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“do you know what i do when i’m tired?” it’s a dumb question— he knows— but he has to get some sort of release with you before he does something atrocious.

“you don’t pull up like either people, you push through, don’t you?” hanging by your every word like it’s his life line is what he does. he can feel your tears dropping and evaporating into his broken skin. “don’t you touya? wont you pull through?” like a prayer, you say your words religiously, hoping— praying— that one of your words will stick with him, but one can only do so much when the other is begging for peace and quiet.

“i’m getting pretty fucking tired, y’know?” he repeats himself, letting go of you and putting his warm palms on your cheeks. “don’t you think it’s time to shut away?” your tears fall from your eyes down to his palm, your hand over his as you lean into his touch, founding solace into them, nodding as you listen to his every word. “it’s a fucked up world out here, but hey, i was with you all through it and i guess that made it bearable.” he jokes for what seems to be the last time, and you laugh for what seems to be the last time as well.

he heaves a sigh and you do to. all of a sudden, the silence you had been using from earlier breaks as you hear people march through. all of a sudden, the fire is slowly getting weaker and weaker than its usual form. dabi doesn’t budge, simply looking at you with adoration swimming in his eyes. you know what’s going to happen and so does he, yet he doesn’t make a move to do anything against it. simply placing his forehead against yours and encasing your lips against his. your eyes close and so does his, feeling everything about him before your fate finally gets sealed.

“i love you doll.”

“i love you more touya.”

bang!