“That’s very much a you thing to say.” You replied him.
“I don’t give a fuck what people thing about me.” He texted, adding the middle finger emoji for good measure.
“Except when it comes to maths.” You replied cheekily with a wink face.
“Maths can fuck off.” He texted, “maths can suck my left nut.”
You were about to reply with ‘I’ll suck your left nut’ but then decided not to because of obvious reasons; and deleted the message instead.
“If you want to, you can come over now?” He replied, sending the cheeky tongue out emoji.
“How the hell did you know what I was going to text?” You sent back, smiling at your phone as you typed the message out.
“We’re soulmates, baby.” He replied and you snorted out loud with amusement.
“Fuck off.” You sent, adding the red love heart on the end. “Soulmates are for losers.”
Dabi smiled at his phone as he lay back on his bed, shirtless. The soft, pliable flesh of his chest tugging at the edges of his scarred middle, the purplish red knotted scarring making it difficult to move some times.
As he put his phone down on the bed beside him he heard his mum talking on her phone downstairs.
“Y/N’s mum moves quick.” He thought as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed then casually strolled to his bedroom door.
He pulled his door open and listened briefly to the conversation downstairs before closing it softly again and heading back to the bed.
“Mum is probably going to spill the beans about everything.” He thought with slight annoyance as he flopped back down onto the bed, “it’s not like I don’t want Y/N to know about my past. I already tried to tell her once before; but I just don’t want a pity vote. And her mum is going to, for sure, give me the pity vote.”
As Dabi lay on his bed the flashbacks started; his mind picking memories from that day. The day that his dad completely lost his shit.
**flashback** – A/N: Heavy Themes, attempted murder, read at own risk.
The sound of heavy footfall thumped up the hallway followed by Dabi’s bedroom door being slammed open as his father, Enji, stood in the doorway.
Dabi froze, heart at an absolute standstill from the image of his father’s enraged face, then started pumping furiously as his dad grabbed his shirt and dragged him from the room and down to the shed outside.
“I’ll make you pay.” Enji, Dabi’s dad, had snarled as he grabbed some coarse rope and tied Dabi’s arms behind his back; the petrified 12 year old being frozen to the core with fear as his own father then sat him roughly down on a wooden chair that was set up in the middle of the shed. “This is the final fucking straw, lying about me cheating. I’ll teach you.” He had growled, his blinding anger changing his voice so much it was unrecognizable.
“But you did cheat on mum. You were having an affair.” Dabi had thought.
He watched helplessly as he father grabbed for the can of petrol near the garage door and threw it over Dabi, the cold liquid sloshing over his face, arms, and shirt, drenching him instantly.
“Goodbye.” Enji had said as he sat the can down and grabbed the matchbox from his back pocket, taking out a match as Dabi’s fear stricken face looked up at him, petrol running into his eyes and distorting his vision with the sting of the oily type substance.
Suddenly he was alight and he screamed out as excruciating pain overtook his body.
As the fire engulfed him it burnt off his rope bindings and he was able to get up and run; stumbling forward before falling onto the ground and rolling to put the flames out.
It worked, and he then got up and fled for his life as parts of the shed remained on fire.
It was late the next day that emergency crews found him in nearby bush land, disfigured and scared, hardly able to see out of his swollen, weeping eyes.
They took him to hospital and fixed him up, unable to find out who his parents were because he remained tight lipped and refused to say their names.
When he was being handed over to the police he ran, making for the bush land again that had been his safe haven from his father.
For a few months he lived in the bush, making do with what he could find and stealing food from small convenience stores or swiping unsuspecting hikers lunches.
It was only when he got caught stealing at one of the corner stores that he was taken in and questioned.
Once the police found out who he was there was an inquest put in to find out what had happened and all too soon the truth came out and Enji Todoroki was immediately taken away and held at the station.
The lawyer who had been hired to oversee the case for Rei and Dabi did a wonderful job and Dabi avoided jail time for his petty crimes; the plea being that had he not been physically abused then had an attempted murder on his life, he wouldn’t have needed to be trying to find ways to survive.
Enji was incarcerated and Rei and Dabi walked free. Free from him, but forever mentally scarred.
Dabi shuddered as he remembered back to that day and rolled onto his side.
“No one should have to go through that. No one should have a father like that. One day. When I do become a dad. I’m going to be the best father ever. I’ll prove it can be done, I’ll prove I can surpass my old man. Once I become the better dad. I’ve won.”
He sighed again and listened downstairs. His mum was still talking away and he heard her telling parts of their life.
“I swear if Y/N’s mum feels sorry for me I’m going to lose my shit.” He thought with a scowl, “until then it’s business as usual. Y/N is gonna be my wife and we’ll live a happy life together, free from any kind of abuse.”
He smirked as he remembered your little antics. Things that made you you.
“Stupid girl.” He thought with an endearing smirk.
While you were eavesdropping on your mum you only caught bits of the conversation but the fact that your mum was crying was enough for you to piece everything together and you sat down outside the door and hung your head.
“I know he has had a rough past but I didn’t know just how bad it was.” You thought. “All I’ve done is make life worse for him, I need to apologize…”