#lowkey bad

-makes you carry his books and his bookbag

-will trip you up in the halls

-doesn't let his other friends pick on you. you're his only

-tells you to go away once you get to his class cause he doesn't wanna be seen with you

-sometimes makes you sit with all his friends at lunch to make you uncomfortable but actually just wants to sit with you

-will corner you in closets or empty halls/classrooms and will tease you by whispering in your ear or staring into your eyes until you cower away or hide your face. then he'll just leave you there

-if his friends go somewhere after school he won't join them, he'll walk home with you instead

-makes you do literally all of his schoolwork

-will give you absolute hell the next day if you miss school but secretly just misses you

-will force you to go to parties cause he knows you'll hate it.

you were all alone. dabi had dragged you to this god awful party purely to torture you and then ditched you, but you didn't expect any less from him. you should leave. just walk yourself home. but you were too scared. it felt like he always had eyes on you. like he would know if you left early. so you stayed. everyone there gave you weird looks the whole time. they rarely ever saw you outside of class. you didn't care about them staring though. you tuned out everything at the party and just waited for it to end.

as you were standing alone in a hallway, you saw dabi come stumbling your way. he was absolutely shit faced. right before he fell to the ground, he grabbed onto your shoulders to steady himself. he was breathing heavily, his face flushed and turned towards the floor. he looked up at you through spiky bangs. you looked back at him. it was different from all the times he had cornered you. this look wasn't teasing or challenging. it was.... longing almost. he looked at you as if he wanted to say something...

"y...y/n..."

you leaned in closer.

"gonna puke."

jesus christ.

you rushed him to the closest bathroom and shoved him into the floor, a little harder than you probably had to. he slammed the lid open. you almost left him there, but decided to take mercy on the young boy who showed more and more scars everyday. you held his hair back and out of his face until he was done. you gave him plenty of water and rubbed his back.

"are you okay now?"

he looked up at you with bleary eyes. he smirked. then he was giggling until his giggles turned into full on laughter. you didn't know what was so funny, but his barking laughter was so contagious.

You supposed it was funny to find yourself here, like this, with him.