Y’all asked for it, so here it is! A snippet from chapter 13. TW for mentions of drug addiction (but y’all already knew that 😉)
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Maybe all of this... whatever this was... these feelings he felt, this attraction that consumed him... maybe it was just because of your quirk and your pills. Was he really attached to you? Or was he attached to his addiction of you? Did he just trade one drug for another?
Was none of this real?
You. You were real. Your words and your hand on his shoulder last night were real. Your kindness and friendship towards him were real.
But that didn’t mean that his feelings were real. It could be just another monster in sheep’s clothing, a leech looking to attach itself to whatever will feed it. Dabi was familiar with it, had watched with dulled, detached interest as it had drained liquor bottles and gone through opioid medication like they were candy. But this time was different. Because this wasn’t alcohol or pills. This was you, a person. A person that, for better or worse, Dabi gave a shit about.
