MASSIVE TW: cutting and self harm. Please, PLEASE do not read if this is a trigger for you.
You had only been in the league of villains for less than 2 months but already you had cemented yourself at the centre of the group.
Despite all of you being villains of some kind, you still had hearts, and needed encouragement and love every now and again.
Ok, so you… but like, all the time.
It was partly your personality, but it was also partly your quirk, and you would slip into a deep depression every second week or so.
You didn’t outwardly moan and groan when you got to that low point. You would just quietly distance yourself from everyone and accept the black swirling mass of dread that consumed you.
Prior to entering the league, you would just not talk to anyone and turn to either self harm or just sleep for days, or a combination of both until the after effects of your quirk had worn off.
But now that you had others around you, there had come a new way to be bought back up out of your depressive state.
“Hey whacko,” Dabi greeted Toga, “where’s Y/N?”
“Hmmm?” Toga hummed with a bright blush on her cheeks at the mention of your name, “ah! I haven’t seen her for … umm…” She thought, pressing her finger cutely to her cheek as she looked up and to the side, trying to remember the last time she had seen you.
“Fucking useless,” Dabi grunted, “where is she?”
“I don’t know, Dabi, check in her room,” Toga replied with a smile, “if she isn’t there, she could be on a mission?”
Dabi just scowled and left the excited blonde to giggle and wave as he stalked off down the hallways with his hands shoved into his pockets.
He got to your closed bedroom door and listened.
All was silent, so he very quietly reached for the door handle and twisted it open, noiselessly opening the wooden door and looking in.
You were kneeling on the floor, blade pressed to the inside of your elbow, watching as it sunk into the third line you had cut that day.
In the blink of an eye, Dabi was there, grabbing the blade from your hand and tossing it angrily across the room.
“Idiot!” he shouted at you, “why didn’t you come to me.”
He grabbed you by your bleeding arm and yanked you to your feet, ignoring your crying as he grabbed for some tissues and wiped the excess blood off the skin before grabbing for the base of his shirt.
With ease, he ripped a length off the bottom and tied it around your arm to stem the flow, still with an angry look on his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you,” he barked at you, “come to me.”
“I-I don’t want to annoy anyone with my—,”
“Cutting?? You’re a damn fool. I’ve told you so many times to come to me when you get like this yet you won’t listen,” he growled at you, “I’ll tie you to myself if I have to. Is that what you want?!”
You hung your head and sobbed, hiccuping as he yanked you into his body and clamped his arms around you in a surprisingly warm hug.
He just stood there and held you as you sobbed, tears drenching his shirt and dripping onto his purple scarred arms.
“How long have you been like this?” he asked in a low voice.
“A few days,” you admitted, sniffing heavily.
“I’m taking you to my room,” he announced.
“What? Why? I don’t—,”
“You’re not leaving my room,” he stated firmly, letting you go and pulling you back by the shoulders to stare down at you with his turquoise eyes.
You looked up at him through watery eyes and nodded gently, bitting your bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
“Have you eaten? What a stupid question of course you haven’t,” he muttered, grabbing you by the hand and marching to your door.
“I don’t want to inconvenience—,”
“You’re not. Ok?” he snapped, “fuck. Y/N.”
You hung your head.
“Now he’s really mad at me. All I do is annoy people. I shouldn’t be here anymore. If I just—,”
“Don’t even think it,” he growled, “I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong.”
Your eyes shot up and looked at his back as he marched you to his room, then into it.
“You don’t get it do you?” he asked as he closed his door behind you both and turned to you, “without sounding like I’ve lost my damn mind… I…” he paused and looked away, “I … Just come to me when you feel like this. Don’t be stupid.”
“But why? I—,”
“Because I fucking care about you!” he snapped, those burning blue eyes glaring at you as he turned his head back towards you, “fuck you. You made me say it.”
“I didn’t mean to?” you said softly, clutching your arm to your side and shrinking your frame vulnerably, “I’m just a pain. Why do you want to help me.”
“Don’t make me say any more stupid shit,” he grumbled, walking to his bed, “come here.”
You walked over and stopped beside him.
“Get onto the bed and sit or lie down, it doesn’t matter, just get on here.”
You obeyed and lay day in a ball beside him.
Looking away from you, he lifted his arm and plopped it down across your side, his fingertips resting on your hip.
“Now go to sleep,” he commanded, trying to not look like he cared about you.
You relaxed a little under his hand and almost immediately you were asleep, breathing slowly and deeply as your tired body rested.
Dabi looked down at you then he shifted a little closer and grabbed his pillow and lifted your head- pushing it underneath so that you looked more comfortable.
“I’m gonna have to keep her close. Otherwise she’ll just keep falling back into this bad habit.” He thought as he adjusted his hand on your side.
In your sleep, you mumbled his name and rolled, grabbing for his hand.
He immediately let you hold it as you rolled the other way and he adjusted and curled his body in behind you, your back tucked into his front.
He looked down again and watched your peacefully sleeping face, moving his hand so that he could intertwine his fingers with yours.
He huffed through his nose with amusement, laying down as best he could.
“Idiot. You’re gonna give me a bad back making me sleep like this,” he thought to himself, slowly drifting off to sleep with you.
When you woke next, you were still snuggled up and reversed into him, his warmth making you feel so much better. You stirred and he did too, sitting up quickly and letting go of your hand then pulling it away.
“What time is it?” you whispered in a just woke up voice.
“Dunno, but stay here. I’m getting food.” And with that he got up and left without saying another word.
Dabi’s bed smelled like charred coals and in a weird way it was a comforting smell to you.
It wasn’t long before he returned with take away and you sat up when you saw the unmistakable logo of your favourite take away store stamped on the side of the box.
“Did you get [fave dish of food]?” you asked him, pepping up a bit.
“Yeah,” he replied, sitting it down on the bed, “so you have no excuse not to eat it.”
You smiled and opened the bag, pulling your food out and taking a mouthful.
Dabi watched you eat then reached into the bag and took something out for himself, eyeing your bandaged arm as he chewed on the food.
After swallowing the mouthful he put the food down and reached into his back pocket and pulled out some antiseptic.
“Arm,” he commanded, holding his hand out for you to place your arm in.
Reluctantly you did so and he undid the bandage and applied the ointment to it which made you wrinkle your nose a bit with the sting.
“There. Don’t make me use this bottle up because shits expensive,” Dabi grunted, packing it away.
“You bought it?!” you asked with surprise, food pushed into your cheeks, “I thought you’d just steal it?”
“Yeah I bought it,” he grunted, “so don’t do anything that makes me use it up needlessly, ok.”
You smiled a little down at your lap and nodded. “Ok.”
He placed a hand on your head and patted you a few times then pulled back and reached for the food to keep eating, letting the comfortable silence hang over the two of you.
~ END ~