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Fandom: My Hero Academia;

Character: Dabi;

Note: Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name;

Warning: Cursing;

Request: None;

Author’s Note: I’m considering Dabi as Todoroki Touya in this. Also I was listening to “Let Her Go” by Passenger, it might help a little with the mood during the middle of this imagine.

Summary: You have been with him throughout everything. Ever since before he became Dabi. After you thought Touya had died, he came looking for you. You’ve been with him since then, but after he joined the League the uneasiness took over your mind. And then, the heroes found the hideout where he kept you and took you to an interrogation. Will Dabi come to “rescue” you?

While staring blankly at the detective in front of you, Dabi’s words echoed in your head, almost as a mantra.

“Y/N.” he called one day, his chin resting comfortably on the top of your head while you laid on his chest. You only hummed in response, to let him know that you were not sleeping yet “I want to ask you to do something for me...”

At his serious tone, your head lifted. Usually when Dabi said that kind of thing his voice was full of amusement or second thoughts.

“What is it?” when he heard your voice full of concern a chuckle left his lips “Are you fooling with me?”

“No, as shocking as it might seem, I’m not. I need you to promise that you’ll do as I say, though.”

You tilted your head, getting up from the laid position to straddle his hips. His hands restead comfortably on your tighs, and that alone reassured you that Dabi was serious. Normaly he would engage in other activities whenever his hands touched your warm skin. This time his fingers didn’t dug in your flesh, nor his palm slid menacingly around your body.

“Alright. I’m listening.”

He hesitated for a moment, so fast that you almost missed it. But he did.

“If they ever get you... the heroes... I want you to tell them that I forced you to be with me, beautiful. That you were my hostage all this time and I kept you locked against your will.” you arched one eyebrow inquisitively. That was new “If something like this happens, and you don’t do as I said, you may easily be treated as an accomplice. And I don’t want that. I know you hate what I do...”

Indeed.

You hated.

You also hated the fact that even though you felt that way, you still loved him with all your strength. Maybe because one part of you agreed with his motivation. Not with the way he was accomplishing it, but what Stain wanted somehow made sence. And given everything you knew Dabi had gone through, you understood how the villain’s will made it’s way to his head. And that was the reason why you just couldn’t not love him. 

You’ve been there. 

Throughout everything.

But after he joined the League you started to feel more and more concerned about the situation. Dabi would leave for missions that took him longer than what you were used to be apart.

And then suddenly he came up with that.

“So? L/N, what’s your connection with the Villain known as Dabi?” the detective stared at you from across the table “You were missing for years. Your family even held a funneral for you...”

You bit your lip feeling your heart race in your chest. 

You didn’t want to lie, but you also couldn’t give them that information, because you knew that they would press you about any other kind of thing you knew of the League. And as much as you hated what they did you couldn’t betray Dabi like that. Sickness took your stomach while the room started to spin around. Your breath hitched and you could see that the detective rose from the seat, coming closer to you cautiosly.

“It’s alright. I know you are scared. He must have done horrible things to you.” he tried to assure you, slowly touching your shoulder “But I need whatever information you can give me, so that we can finally arrest him and the others...”

“I do hate you methods, Dabi... but asking something like that... why?” you said while he lifted his torso, scooting back so that now his back was against the bed’s headboard. His arms circled your waist, bringing you closer.

“I’m not worried about you giving information about the League, because even if you wanted to, you don’t know anything. So there’s no reason for you to be caught up with this unnecessary stress or even being arrested. You’ll only be another victim.” you nodded but something was wrong. You wanted to say it but you had no idea of how to voice your thoughts “What’s the matter?”

He always knew when you had something else in your mind.

“Does this mean that... if they ever get to me... you are not coming to get me back?”

Tears started to stream down your face when you remembered his answer for that question. 

Dabi wasn’t supposed to care. He was supposed to be a monster. 

Well, he was a monster. 

To everyone but you.

“I’m not. If there’s a chance of you living a safer and even happier life, I’ll let you have it... of couse, I’m not handing you to them without a fight... but if ever goes down to that, I’ll let you go...”

“Maybe we should let they rest a bit more before talking to them again...” you heard the detective say to someone before gentle hands helped you to get up, guiding you through a door.

Everything seemed like a blur. Even meeting your family again had a bittersweet taste to it. You missed them, of course you did, but the longing you felt for Dabi was bigger and sore.

“What the hell, Dabi?” you exclaimed, detangling his arms from you and gazing angrily at his eyes “I don’t want that!”

“Y/N... each step I take is more dangerous and is dragging me further away from you. I know I can’t simply back off. Next mission might take me more than a month to come back and they probably will get worse...” he explained, his words like daggers in your heart because you felt like he was choosing them - the League - over you.

When you voiced that, he seemed lost in thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

“It’s not a matter of choice... I would choose to be with you if I could. Join you with them, also. But I can’t. And now your safety for me is enough. Here you are safe, because not even Shigaraki knows this place. But it doesn’t mean that they can’t find out. Starting today I’m really locking you, so if the police finds you, it’ll seem like you are my hostage. You know where the spare key is hidden if you need to get out.”

“Dabi, stop! I don’t want that!” you exclaimed, still exaspereted “I don’t care if they get me. I just want to be with you and you know it! After everything... all these years... you’re really saying that you will not go after me?”

He gave you a strained smile “I’ll try not to... I’m not sure I can do it, though...”

When you woke up the next day, he was gone. His side of the bed was cold, indicating that he actually left after you fell asleep. 

When you saw him again, you didn’t have time to talk about the subject once more since the police and a hero barged right after. They somehow managed to follow him and locate the hideout. 

It was your own fault that they got you. You begged Dabi not to kill them when he managed to corner them in a room. The blue flames in his hands faltered for a moment before he gave a small “tch” and pulled you towards the door, holding your arm in a bruising manner, out of nervousness.

You saw him message someone while walking but your eyes widened when another hero showed up, striking Dabi and making his body stumble backwards.

For that split moment you were lifted in the hero’s arms and the others broke free of the room.

The next moment, Kurogiri rescued Dabi.

And the last expression you saw on his face was pure rage.

Rage because he couldn’t keep you with him.

Unable to say anything you only pleaded with your gaze.

Don’t let me go, please...

For five days, the detective didn’t try to talk again with you about Dabi or the League. Your family took you home and you were surprised to find that your room looked exactly the same. You tried to fit in with them, to interact and to feel happy. But you couldn’t.

You missed him so much, crying silently by the window.

And then the day to talk to the detective again came.

But something happened when you entered the police station.

“Y/N?” a voice that made you want to throw up got you frozen for a moment.

He was there.

The motherfucker.

Endeavor.

You saw red.

Everything that happened to Dabi. His scars. His hate. The suffering. The pain. Everything that actually turned him into Dabi.

Before you could understand, your body had moved against your will and your fist connected with the hero’s face. Of course it was like you were punching a fucking wall and you merely winced in pain, but felt proud of the astonished expression he had. The room went silent while everyone gapped.

Grabbing his collar you started to ramble, throwing the promise you had with Dabi through the window. In your raged state you couldn’t care less about what would happen to you.

“It’s all your fault.” hate dripping with each word and without screaming you vented “Your fault that this happened to him. You know me. You remember me, right? I was with him through everything. Ever since that time. It’s your fault that Touya is not here. It’s your fault that Touya is dead! Your fault! You knew his body couldn’t handle all that power, but forced him anyway. I hate you so fucking much. It’s your fucking fault that Dabi killed Touya!”

For everyone in the room the statement sounded like an information of a murder. But you could see in Endeavor’s eyes the understanding. He connected the dots. Your disappearance right after Touya’s presumed death, Dabi’s power, his scars. He knew now and you also knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He would feel in silence the fact that one of his offsprings had became a Villain. And it was his fault.

“Live with this.”

You stormed out of the place, hearing one of the detectives following you and calling your name but you didn’t care.

You just wanted to be back in Dabi’s arms, far away from the police, heroes, everything, but you had no idea how.

The only choice you had was to wait and hope that Dabi would come and take you away again. Angry tears were spilling from your eyes as you walked, not really paying attention to your surroundings.

And then suddenly, when you walked past an alley, a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you and slamming your body against the wall. You were about to scream at the hooded figure, but your lips were taken in a bruising and hungry kiss, the taller and lean body pressing against yours urgently.

You would recognize those chapped lips and warm hands roaming your body anywhere, so you sighed, pressing yourself against him with the same amount of need. Without ceremony his tongue invaded your mouth, making you shiver from head to toe.

A low and husky chuckle sounded between you two and with his lips still glued to yours, he said:

“So you’ll kiss anyone that grabs you onto the street like this?” he bit down your lower lip, making you gasp “So naughty, aren’t we?”

“I knew it was you” you answered, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice “Who else would have this fucked up lips?”

He smirked, pulling you even tighter towards him and you knew that this was his way of showing how much he also missed you. The hoodie covered his black hair but now looking up you could see the blue glean of his eyes, the same color of the flames. You reached to his cheeks, cupping them in your hands, smiling at the familiar sensation of his cold piercings in your warm flesh.

“I thought you weren’t coming...” you whispered, gulping when he averted his eyes. He wasn’t going to leave you, right? Never mind how horny you felt with only that kiss, the idea of him just walking away brought your whole body to a panick “You’re not leaving me again, are you?”

“I’ve been observing you... waiting for the right time to come and talk...” Dabi said after a small pause “And say goodbye.”

“Dabi.” you spat angrily “No.”

Soon the smirk was back in his lips.

“That was the plan. But tasting you again was a mistake. How can I walk away like this?” you knew he didn’t mean that only in a sexual way as much of a perv he was. The way his hands were possessively gripping your waist showed you that he also didn’t want to be apart anymore “I need my toy around to satisfy me...”

“What happened to the gentleman that said he wanted nothing but my safety?” smirking you kissed him again, sliding your hands through his body, feeling victorious when he shivered.

“Still here, love.” his words were laced with sarcasm but there was also a hint of desperation hidden behind it “But there’s no better place for you to be than by my side. It took me a while to understand, but now I know. I need you with me.”

“Don’t let me go again... okay?”