Uwaki wasn’t at school the next day THANKFULLY and you were hoping that you would never see his creepy ass face ever again.
Dabi, though, was a little more quiet than usual. Having said that, there were times where he almost seemed detached from the world, so you decided to just let it slide since he was very tight lipped on his past and/or problems.
Today was Thursday.
You were looking forward to the weekend because you were planning on asking Dabi to hang out. You hadn’t really organized anything yet but just being with him was always fun and so you looked for a chance to pin him down for a hang out session.
It was at lunchtime that you cornered him.
“Woahhhh, going somewhere?” You asked suggestively, placing your hands either side of him against the lockers, caging him in like he always did to you.
Dabi was quite tall compared to you and your attempts to block him in looked pitiful. If he wanted to he could have almost stepped over your arms to free himself but he didn’t, instead he stopped and peered down at you, his turquoise eyes shining with amusement.
“Oh? Looks like the little girl wants to play tough…” he quipped, cocking his head with an entertained smirk. “Threaten me.” He taunted.
“Ok well. If you don’t obey then I’ll … i’ll uh….” you flubbed, fumbling for words as his sly grin grew.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, Y/N,” He leered, leaning down to grasp your chin.
You took a sharp breath in.
“You are actually inside your skeleton.” You said lowly.
He stared at you for a moment.
“Holy shit you’re right.” He said after thinking it over. “That is terrifying. Ok you win. What did you want from me.”
“A date… this weekend… let’s hang out together.” You said, still boxing him in against the locker.
“This weekend, huh?” He sighed and let go of your chin, straightening up again. “Yeah ok.” He added in an almost sad tone and as he said it, he looked away sullenly.
“Oi? You ok?”
“Yeah.” He grunted.
“Dabi, I wish you would just tell me what’s going on?” You said in a vexed tone.
You knew something was wrong with him but he never told you what was on his mind.
“Nothing’s up, I’m as flaccid as your grandma’s breasts.” He replied in a monotone voice.
“Wha….what the fuck?”
He pushed out from your arms and strolled away.
“See you Friday night.” He called over his shoulder as he made his way off down the hall.
“Dude, you really need to tell me what’s wrong!” You exclaimed.
Dabi had been lying on your bed staring at the wall blankly for the last 10 minutes.
“No you’re not. Just fucking tell me already, this is getting annoying.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest and frowning as you stood beside your bed.
“Just family troubles that’s all.” He replied dismissively.
“Well, can you elaborate?”
“Fine.” You said hopping off the bed in a huff. “Go home then you sad sack, I don’t want to hang out with you if you’re gonna be like this.”
Dabi frowned. “I don’t want it to end like this.”
“Like what?” You replied, your heart sinking. “What do you mean by ‘end it’?”
Dabi refuses to make eye contact as he sat up.
“Y/N, I think we should not see each other any more.” He said bluntly.
A pain ripped through your chest.
“What?” You whispered, the word straining to come out.
“Yeah.” He replied flatly.
“So that’s it? Everything we’ve had… over??”
Shock and anger swelled inside you.
“Was I just another fling to you? Use me how you want to, then toss me aside like I don’t matter?”
Angry tears spilled down your cheeks.
Dabi sat looking away, his knuckles white from gripping into your bedsheets.
He remained silent.
“What did I do?!” You screamed, finally finding your voice. “Was I not good enough for you?!”
You picked up a stack of books beside you and threw them at him. He didn’t even flinch as they smacked into his side.
The roar that came from your belly was filled with emotional pain and you fell to your knees, your heart aching painfully in your chest.
“Get the fuck out of my house.” You screamed in anguish.
Dabi got straight up and walked out, refusing to even look at you. You watched him leave your room and a second stab of pain hit your heart.
“No! No! I don’t want him to leave!”
You got up and race out the door after him.
“DABI WAIT! PLEASE! PLEASE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?!” You sobbed.
You grabbed the back of his shirt and buried your face into it.
He stopped walking.
“Dabi.” You wailed. “You can’t do this to me.”
“Let me go, Y/N.” He said coldly.
The tone in his voice was nothing like the sarcastic, warm Dabi you had grown to love and almost fearfully you let him go, watching as he walked down the hall and out of your house, not even once glancing back at you.
You collapsed in the hallway and cried.
Caring for nothing.
The rest of the weekend was spent alternating between crying and reading over all the texts you two had sent to each other over the past few months. Sporadically stalking through his Instagram, fearing he had found another girl and that’s why he had dumped you.
At the end of the weekend, on Sunday night, Dabi posted something on his page.
“Goodbyes are never easy. Like passing a fucking gallstone.”
“What does that even mean?! Is he talking about me? Does he still want me?!” You thought desperately.
You dared to hope that he was already regretting his rash decision and you wondered if you should text him. You didn’t want to be a stage 5 clinger but you also didn’t want to miss an opportunity to get back together so you opened a message to him and started writing… you wrote several messages in fact, only to delete the same message every time… without sending.
As you typed you prayed that he would come online and see your text bubble popping up and be the first to contact but no luck.
Sunday night you tossed and turned.
Something just didn’t feel right.
Was it just because you wanted him back or was there actually a gut feeling that something was off?
At 11pm you couldn’t take it anymore and almost without thinking you threw a jumper on and snuck out of the house, your legs carrying you in the direction of Dabi’s house.
“What the fuck am I doing?! Is he going to be pissed that I’ve turned up at his house?! Is this even a good idea. Am I being a stalker?!”
You kept going and rounded the corner to his street…