Silence was his only reply as he walked to the stairs and took them 3 at a time to get up to the second floor.
“The only question I have is, do you want this cock in your mouth or in your pussy while we talk this out?” he said with a sexual sneer.
He stepped into the room and stopped… the bed was empty.
“Y/N?” he called, turning around, “where are you?”
Silence.
“Y/N?” he called again, half curious, half worried, “are you here?”
Silence again.
He waited but the house sounded and felt completely empty and he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked it.
No message from you.
He scrunched his brows together and rang your number but it rang out…
30 times it rang out.
He was starting to worry, and get infuriated at the same time.
“How fucking dare she just disappear and not even text me?! Not even one message! It’s what time in the fucking morning and nothing!”
He started to send an irate message but then suddenly his own self awareness smacked him in the face and he stopped midway though typing the word ‘fuck’.
“Oh shit… I do this to her all the time…” then the dread set in. “Has she left me?”
His heart suddenly clenched and it hurt, forcing him to clutch his chest to ease the pain.
He stared at his phone in the dark, the bright screen burning into his eyes as his heart threatened to shatter right there and then.
“Where is she?”
He didn’t know what to do. For the first time in forever he didn’t know where to start his search, his brain being consumed with the negativity of his ghosts.
“You’re pathetic,” his inner voice told him, “you got too comfortable and now the only person who has ever tried to understand you had left your stupid ass. Fucking amazing job Dabi… or should I call you Touya? You fucking useless child. You should have just died. No one wants you anymore.”
He was trying to breathe, really he was, but his lungs just weren’t taking in enough oxygen to supply the stress that was eating him alive.
“I…” he choked out into the darkness, his voice box burning, “I… I’m sorry doesn’t even cut it.” He thought, falling to his knees.
He allowed himself to feel hopeless for a bit then dragged himself back out the door to go and pick up Kuroo and his girlfriend, pretending that everything was fine as he picked them up and dropped them back to their respective homes.
In a way, that night alone in the house was good for him. He had hours to torture himself over where you were, what you were thinking, and if this was the end- which he was sure it was. It bought him back to reality quick smart.
Meanwhile, you slept peacefully that night, safe and content, and then woke the next morning, ready to go to college.
After saying goodbye to your mum, your dad dropped you off at college and you walked into your first class like everything was normal.
Dabi still hadn’t arrived and to be honest, after not having slept all night, he wasn’t going to go to classes that day anyway.
It was while you were in class that you thought to turn your phone on.
“I swear to god… if he hasn’t texted to find out where I am then I’m consider leaving him…” you thought, holding your finger down on the power button and scrunching your nose with worry, “please have a text… please let there be a text… please.”
Your phone lit up and the start up screen did its thing before changing to your Home Screen.
For a second your heart sank…
No messages.
Then all of a sudden notifications after notification flooded in…
30 missed calls from Dabi.
Your heart leapt in your chest and your whole body relaxed, yet tensed at the same time.
He still wanted you. That was a relief as you still hadn’t given up on him…
But now what? His last call had been at… 2am…
“Do I text him?”
You hesitated for a second then decided to do it. It would be better to let him know you hadn’t been kidnapped than to find a missing persons report on the TV that had been set up for finding you!
You opened a message to him.
“I’m in class. Can’t call…” you sent, waiting to see what he would say before sending the next one.
You saw him come online immediately and he read your message then the little dots of reply popped up.
“Stay there,” he sent.
“Ok he’s either relieved or pissed and I can’t tell at this point…”
Nervously you waited for him to arrive and, as expected, he didn’t slip into the class quietly.
The front door to the class slid open with a loud bang and there stood your man, head lowered with one hand on the door frame and one hand on the door that he had just pushed open with far more force than necessary.
“Excuse me?” The teacher asked with an appalled look on his face, “don’t turn up to my class and—,”
“Y/N,” Dabi said in a low voice, his head slowly rising till his icy-hot turquoise gaze fell on you.
You just looked at him.
“Come here, baby,” he said lowly and your pussy got up and walked to him the second it heard his voice, turning to look over its shoulder at you as if you say, ‘well? You heard him? Why are you still sitting there’?”
All eyes of the class were on you now and you didn’t know if you should come quietly or tell him to get fucked.
Deciding to not keep the teacher in an angry state any more, you got up and grabbed your bags then hurriedly left the room, apologizing softly to the teacher as you walked out.
Dabi turned and headed off down the hall with you trailing and your mind finally had time to catch up to your legs and pussy.
Before he could even speak, you took a running step and shoved both palms in between his shoulderblades, making him stumble forwards with the force you had applied.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” you spat at him, “I hate you!”
He turned and grabbed you by the upper arms and held onto you as you struggled and fought him, trying to punch and kick him but he evaded all of your attempts.
“Let me go!” you hissed, tears brimming your lower lids.
“No.”
“Let me go!” Your voice broke.