#mha dabi
Toga Himiko keyhole sweater
Reader: F
Character:Dabi
Rating: E
Summary:You just robbed one of the most expensive jewellery stores in the city, now Dabi wants to fuck you on top of all precious stones.
Warning:Smut, Villain Reader, Riding, Carpet Sex, Unprotected Sex
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Dabi poured the bag of jewellery onto the floor in his bedroom over the area rug. He looked down at it with a smirk.
“Good job, babe.” He said as he looked over at you.
You wrapped your arm around his waist and pulled him close. You then pulled him into a rough kiss, “Couldn’t have done it without my best guy.”
He chuckled and kissed you back, “Could say I’m pretty great.”
You laughed and pulled away, “Always the ego, Dabi.” You then turned away from him and took off you jacket and followed by the tank top you wore underneath.
He took you by the arm and turned you back to him and slowly peeled off your tank top and took off your bra.
“What are you looking for, Dabi?” You asked.
“I want to fuck my most prized possession on top of my haul, little flame.” He replied, “What do you say?”
You trailed your finger down his chest, “Only if I get to ride you.”
He took off his jacket and let it fall to the floor, “Of course.” He said as he started to unbuckle his belt while you slipped your tights off.
You stood there in nothing but a pair of comfortable cotton panties. You did a slight turn that showed off more of your figure to Dabi. He licked his lips in anticipation. At your feet were rings and necklaces, jewels of every colour and size. Earrings and bracelets, all looked to be something that a old rich woman would wear. In the colours of white, red, blue and everyone other colour you could think of or see. It was the bounty that you and Dabi found together and now he wanted to celebrate.
He took off his ratty tank top and got his jeans off, leaving him in his underwear. He licked his lips at the sight of your figure so close to him. He pulled you close to him, your breasts squished against his chest as he leaned in and gave you another kiss.
“I can’t wait for you to ride this dick.” He smirked.
“I can’t wait either, now why don’t you get those discount boxers off and get on the rug.”
“Bossy.” He said.
You laughed and went in for another kiss. It felt so good being evil sometimes, working towards the cause of dismantling the system that hurt both of you. But you both were working towards such a good cause, together as a team. And part of that plan getting some money and you’d get a pretty penny for the bounty that you got.
“Next time I wanna fuck you wearing some of these necklaces.” He remarked, “Show you who owns that sweet pussy.”
“What about you in some of those earrings, show who owns you.” You clicked your tongue at him and went in for the kiss again.
He eventually got down on the carpet and pulled down his underwear under his cock, you watched it bounce up, showing that it was painful with pre-cum, which made the piercing at the head of his cock shiny.
“You look good, Dabi.” You said as you ran a hand down scarred skin.
You pulled off your pants and tossed them to the side. When he moved there was the clank of metal against the jewels. They all sat under his back, the smooth coldness of them made his nipples hard.
“Such a lovely boy.” You cooed.
“Oh shut up and get to it.” He groaned. His cock stood at full attention and waiting for you to go down on you.
Slowly you lifted yourself up onto your knees and put them on either side of his waist. You dropped yourself onto his cock quite quickly, causing him to moan and jolt his hips.
“Fuck, flame.” He grunted out.
You smirked and took in the rest of his length, causing a stretch that made you moan. You started to slowly thrust yourself onto his cock. His back pressed deeper against the jewellery underneath it.
It was smooth in some parts and sharp in others, but he couldn’t care less, right now he had an eyeful of his little flame riding his cock. You looked so good bouncing up on top of him. He watched you with lustful eyes as you worked yourself on him.
“So hot.” He said, “So fucking hot, do you have any fucking idea how hot you are?”
“I don’t know.” You replied, “How hot am I?”
“Hot enough that I would burn this city to the ground just to get a taste of that pussy. I would rob every bank and jewellery shop in the area to have a lick. And to have you just seated on my cock is amazing.”
“I do like your cock.” You said, “it’s quite big and thick and long. It’s nice.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He said as he grabbed a hold of your hips. He pushed himself up into you pussy, pressing against your cervix just slightly.
You moaned and titled your head back, “Oh fuck.”
He grinned to himself and did it again, causing the same reaction once again. He felt one of the necklaces dig into his back and moved a little bit to get it out of his back.
“How does it feel?” He asked.
“It’s great, fuck, you’re so good.” You were still feeling the high for your heist earlier and to only have that added to the feeling of Dabi’s cock stretching you out felt amazing.
“Fuck, yeah.” He grunted as he thrusted up into you again.
“You did so good today, Dabi. The way you burned those guards away was so hot. I wanted to do you right over the countertop.” You chuckled.
“Oh I bet you did.” He grumbled, “But this is so much better.”
Pleasure started to build up more prominently in your gut as you continued to ride his cock. You kept your hands on his abdomen and fucked yourself harder onto him.
“Fuck.” Dabi gasped as you continued to thrust yourself onto him.
It wasn’t long before he felt his own orgasm come through. He too was still riding a high from the success of his thievery.
“Keep going, keep going.” He gasped.
“Yes, yes!” You shouted as you reached your climax.
As your pace started to falter, he gripped your hips, turned you over onto your knees and took you from behind. Fucking himself hard inside of you. His fingers dug deep into your skin as he fucked you till he reached his completion.
“Dabi!” You gasped.
“Yeah, yeah I fucking got you, I so fucking got you.” He grunted.
“Please, Dabi. Cum inside me!” You moaned.
“Will do, little flame.”
He finished inside of you and you slowly pulled yourself off his softening cock and laid out beside him. You held his hand as you tried to catch your breath. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at you.
“You’re just so fucking hot, aren’t you? My little flame.” He said.
You rolled to your side and looked at him, “Maybe.”
He smirked, “Ready for another round?”
“Always.”
Feel like writing again to… just to feel like I’m still decent at it.
Send your HC about Dabi, Hawks, Levi, or Gojo. Yes. Adding mord fandoms. I’ll turn them into a small scenario if I feel inspired enough!
(Maybe posting tomorrow cause is 1am here but, you get the idea)
HELLO Y'ALL, I’M STILL HERE!!
I’m not gone, I’m still alive, just with a lot, looot of things to do. I hate it. Damn adult life. BUT HERE.
I know these dates might be difficult for some, so if you need to vent, tell something, an advice, a word of anything, my ask is open!!! I care about all of you in this tiny community, do don’t you dare thinking I forgot about you.
I’m here. I see you. I love you
SPOILER ALERT, CHAPTER 335
LOOK AT MY KING
I LOVE THIS BASTARD
Any requests for fake texts? Hawks, Dabi, and my OCs Kaji and Haru .
Requests open for fake texts!
Don’t let it flop
Song: (Inosuke Song) Demon to a GhxsT by Fabvl ft. VGRB
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have my trash edit of my trash man anyways suck my dick lil bitch or I’ll come and slit your throat
Okay, Dabi.
…Touyaaa, your eldest sibling is showing
It’s not like I’m still disagreeing with Touya
But I’m still disagreeing with Touya.
i did dabi cuz my roommate simp him
Dabi x Reader - Old Friends
A/N: Here’s the last Dabi oneshot I wrote and edited! If you’ve noticed, I ended none of them conclusively which I did not notice when I originally wrote them, and I feel bad about it now. As of right now, there’s only one more older piece of writing that I plan on posting and, after that, I’ll be caught up to everything I’ve rewritten.
Characters: Dabi x GN Reader
Genre: Mild Angst and Fluff
Warnings: The reader gets kidnapped/taken hostage and there’s several talks about murder. Also, explicit spoilers for Dabi’s real identity.
Summary: A series of unfortunate events leads you to meeting who you thought was your long-dead best friend, but you didn’t die atleast!
Word Count: 2.5K
You glared at your boss’ office as you finally left the office. You knew the man wasn’t in the room anymore, but you still directed your negative sentiments towards the area. As usual, he had only decided to give you your most recent assignment just days before it was meant to be submitted.
“I know you get work done quick,” he had said, “so, I have faith you’ll get this to me Friday morning."
Now, it was nearly midnight on Friday morning. After working six hours of, what you hoped would become, paid overtime, you had shared the files with your boss and finally made your way out of the office. Not only did the man not care about how much time you had to spend in the office, although it wasn’t really like you were going back home to anything/one in particular, but he also didn’t care about you having to navigate through the city at such a late hour.
The station wasn’t a far walk from your office building, and you didn’t have to wait in the cold night air for long as the train pulled into the station just moments later. There weren’t many people on the train as you entered: a tired looking woman with a large cup of coffee, an older man in a business suit, and a shady looking man who was mostly obscured by his dark clothes.
"I really need to get a new job.” You opened your phone and looked through one of the many job searching apps you had.
You’d applied for three in the past week: two denied your application and the third had just offered you an interview next week. You still planned to apply to more just in case, but it was promising. The job was perfect with your qualifications and experience: all you had to do was nail the interview.
The train began slowing to a stop as the speakers above announced the name of the station. You didn’t really care too much for the announcement, though. Your stop was the last one on this line, so you’d have to go through at least five more of these pauses before you could even get home. From the corner of your eye, you could see that the woman with the coffee had exited the train, but a man entered to take her place.
Despite your better judgment, you glanced up at the man who just entered. He was tall and had very broad shoulders; he had to step sideways to enter and slouch to not hit the roof. He appeared to have some sort of rock mutation as his body looked physically cracked and jagged like a pile of rocks. Not to mention, he practically shook the cart with one step. And of course, the man’s eyes immediately met yours.
You panicked: looking every which way before your eyes went back to your phone. “It’s fine, he just has a mutation quirk.” You mentally reminded yourself.
You pretended not to react as the man took a seat only a couple of seats away from you. “There’s plenty of seats around, why does he have to be so close to me!” You subtly attempted to glance around at anyone else around. Luckily, the old man from the station still remained in the same train car as you which gave you some sense of security.
You attempted to ignore it as the train continued moving. But, you didn’t get that luck once the train came to the next stop. No one entered the train at the next one, but the rock-man moved uncomfortably close to you in the time before the train began moving again. Then, to make it even creepier, he rested an arm over your shoulder.
“Um– e-excuse me–” You weren’t quite sure what to do in the situation then to try and get the man away from you or atleast get the attention of somebody else.
“Talk and I’ll crush your head.” The man spoke. His voice was low and horribly threatening.
Your eyes widened and you took quick glances towards the old man who you’d noted earlier. He wasn’t far away; he should have noticed what was going on, right? But !s you kept looking back at him, it became increasingly clear that this guy was asleep.
“Shit,” You muttered at the realization, “is there really no one around?"
You didn’t have a quirk suitable for fighting against someone, first of all. And, even if the other man did, there was no certainty that he could stop the rock-man before it was too late. You certainly didn’t doubt that this man could crush your skull.
For a moment, you felt entirely hopeless about what to do when, suddenly, a door opened. Your eyes were on the door that connected the train cars in a flash; someone who seemed completely awake was here. He was the guy from your initial stop, dark clothing and a mostly obscured face. Although, the flourescent lights of the train illuminated that his hands had some sort of purple scarring.
You attempted to try and clue him in on what was going on with your eyes. But, you couldn’t see his own eyes, and his lack of response made you suspect he wasn’t paying attention at all. He took a seat across from you two and seemed to keep his gaze fixed on the ground.
"We’re getting off here.” The man spoke again as you felt the train slow.
“Should I say something? Could he even do anything or would this rock guy get to him first?” You wondered. Even though you knew it might be hopeless, you continued to stare hopefully at the man across from you.
The doors opened before you even knew it, and the guy was basically carrying you out. You didn’t even listen to which stop this was, so you had no clue where you were even being dragged off to.
“Walk faster.” The guy said, the jagged rocks that made up his hands pressed painfully into your shoulder.
“Ow…” You muttered at the uncomfortable feeling.
“What’d I say about talking?” He practically growled while sending you an angry glare.
“I didn't– I'm–” You spluttered. You felt the need to correct yourself, even though you owed nothing to this man who practically took you as hostage, but it was clearly backfiring on you.
“Hey,” your heart jumped to your throat as a new voice entered the scene, “What’s going on here?”
“None of your business, man.” The rock guy called back. His grip on you managed to get even tighter.
“Yeah, sure, just let them go.” You were unable to turn around since the man was still keeping you captive with an arm over your shoulder, but the guy behind you seemed almost annoyed by this interaction.
“Are they a hero? I thought heros would be more formal about this. Maybe a vigilante?” You questioned.
“Like you’d do anything to stop me.” Your captor spoke with arrogant confidence.
There wasn’t another word from whoever was saving you, but there was a response of a blast of flames. It seemed effective as the man let go of you to protect his body with his arms. You almost didn’t move for a moment even though you felt your body burn painfully hot from the close proximity to the fire.
“This isn’t worth it.” The man muttered before stomping away.
“Holy shit.” You muttered in pure astonishment as the blue flames slowly swirled away.
You look right towards the source of the flames. Despite the darkness of the area, you could recognize the man as the one who was just on the train. You hardly cared about recognizing him from the train though; you remember him from elsewhere.
Touya Todoroki. You became close to the boy when you were around five. At the time, your parents had been a sidekick at Endeavor’s agency and were eager to get you some more friends with children your age. And, Endeavor himself having children your age was a perfect opportunity. In the end, you practically grew up with the fire user from the time you were five almost to high school.
You remember the fun times with the boy: playing in the park, around his massive house, and spending countless evenings at your house. However, you couldn’t forget some of the more worse things that occured: his constant quirk training that scared his body and changed his hair or his many rants about Endeavor’s treatment of Touya and his siblings.
You were devastated after hearing of his disappearance and, later, death. Your family had attended the funeral but never saw the Todoroki family afterwards. You only found out several years ago that although Endeavor treated Touya badly, his wife and youngest son were treated far worse.
Those blue flames were something you couldn’t mistake. As you looked towards the man now standing across from you, the only thing you could ask was, “Touya?"
The guy paused for a moment before taking a couple of steps closer to you, "The one and only.” He appeared to run a hand across his hair to take off the hood of the jacket he was wearing.
He was definitely different from before. His hair wasn’t quite as wavy as before and, more notably, it was a dark black. Touya’s scars were much more prominent too, under his eyes and covering the bottom half of his face. But, his eyes were the exact same glowing blue.
“Holy shit,” You exclaimed, “I thought you died!” Punctuating the sentence, you pulled him into a tight hug.
“You’d really think some fire would kill me? I was fine.” He brushed off the event as if it hadn’t haunted you for years.
“Where have you been then,” You asked, “Vigilantism or something?"
"Something like that.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, “it’s been fine, better than what it was before.”
“You could’ve at least come to us, y'know. Like, we would have done something! I– you seriously decided you’d rather go missing than do that?” You might have regretted voicing your concerns the way you were later, but, right now, the only words you could manage were the concerns you’d had for the past several years.
“Would you really have? Endeavor’s still out there right now like he’s been since you knew about what he was doing.” Touya responded.
You didn’t take the hostility in his voice at first, “Well, they were cowards then. They didn’t even bother telling me why they cut ties with your dad ‘till I graduated college."
"We could do better than that, if it’s what you want,” You admitted, “I missed you Touya. Like, I wondered for the longest time if your death was my fault. And, if I wasn’t so stupid and had told someone what was going on, then you would have have fine, and we could have got into the hero course together. I still tried for the exam, y'know? I didn’t pass, but it was worth a try."
"There wasn’t anything you could have done, (Y/N). I was already set on who I was going to become at that point –probably would have just taken you down with me.” Touya answered, “I’m better here."
"Can we atleast talk again?” You asked.
Touya was silent for a while before he responded, “I’ll see you around, (Y/N). Get home safe."
"Alright,” You agreed, despite the tears at the corners of your eyes, “I’ll see you around, I hope."
You turned around in pursuit of the train station. It almost felt like forever ago that you had been dragged here by some twisted kidnapper instead of maybe only 20 minutes. Your movements were quickly halted by a strong hand holding your arm in place behind you, ”(Y/N),“
You turned back to see Dabi again. His hand was hot, it made you picture the blue flames at his fingertips as you stared into his eyes, "Y'know where Akamai park is?"
"Uh– yeah? I think.” You responded, his hand cooled as you spoke.
“Meet me there, 7pm.” He let go of your arm and swiftly began walking the opposite way of you.
You paused in shock for a moment; he was already a block away when you finally replied, “I’ll see you there!"
Dabi entered the train with a simple plan: kill (Y/N) (L/N). That was all he had to do really.
It was easy –it should have been easy. It may have been over 10 years ago, but he remembered a lot about you and your quirk. It was nothing compared to his own, especially now, and your combat skills weren’t far behind. Actually, when he first started looking into you again, he really hoped for a challenge. You promised you were going to try for the UA Hero Course with him, yet he found you working some 9 to 5 corporate job and an equally boring life outside of it. Honestly, he was rather disappointed even though the author decided to give them that story.
So, he had little remorse as he entered the train late at night alongside you. He was so confident, even, that he didn’t bother watching you for the first half of the ride.
That was a mistake. And, Dabi was quickly checked on that when he looked towards you and noticed that a large, rock-like man (that he knew had no connection to you) had suddenly decided to pick you as a target. That much was clear when Dabi moved to get a better read of the situation, and you looked at him like you were about to be murdered.
"You should just let that guy do whatever he wants,” Dabi thought as he slumped into the seat across from you, making a point to ignore your fear, “Natural selection."
The train stopped, the rock-man brought you out of the train (at a stop Dabi knew wasn’t yours), and he stayed still. "But, I have no idea if he’s actually going to kill them.” With that thought, he slipped out of the train and silently followed you two before easily chasing the guy off. It almost haunted him the way you had asked, “Touya?"
He couldn’t count on his fingers how many chances he had to set you ablaze, there were too many. Dabi was sure the mistake was that he let you begin talking because once the words came spilling out, ”they were cowards then“ he lost all chances of letting it happen.
As you spoke, he remembered years of, admittedly, childish memories: playing heroes together, helping him train his quirk when Endeavor wouldn’t, getting ointment for his burns, all things that very few people even in his family did for him. And, he let you walk away.
”You aren’t a coward, Touya.“ He tried to remind himself.
”(Y/N)!“ He called out one more time.
He grasped your wrist and allowed his hand to prepare for a fire large enough to engulf you instantly. Wide eyes stared back at him, and he just couldn’t find himself letting go of it.
"Do you know where Akamai park is?” He let the fire in his hand rescind.
He’d try again another time…
Dabi x Reader - Hideaway
A/N: I never really imagined a conclusive ending to this one so feel free to imagine whatever happens afterwards!
Characters: Dabi x GN Singer Reader
Genre: Neutral / Fluff
Warnings: Some really quick descriptions of alcohol and drinking, but it’s just one part at the end.
Summary: Dabi finds himself watching a performance at some hole in the wall Cafe (literally) and, when he comes back to see it again, he meets the singer.
Word Count: 2k
Dabi muttered under his breath, continuing to curse out the small group he had met with only moments before. He was already regretting joining this League of Villains.
He entered their current hideout alongside an actual child. A demented, blonde girl who seemed to idolize the Hero Killer: Stain. The leader himself was just as much of a child. At the mention of Stain by the blonde girl, he immediately began complaining about their presence and attempted to attack them. Miraculously, mainly due to the weird portal guy that was behind the bar, they all managed to leave the meeting unscathed.
Now, the sun had set, the sky had darkened, and Dabi had to figure out what to do next. It wasn’t like he was about to go back to his “home.” He was practically nocturnal as it was and woke up only a couple of hours ago. But, he had no specific obligations for the night. Maybe he would mess with the heroes that patrol Kamino just because. His planning was interrupted by the sudden sound, filling his ears in the quiet streets, of his stomach growling.
“Damn, I’m hungry.” He muttered.
Dabi finally decided to look around the empty sidewalks for any sign of an open restaurant. It wasn’t too late but this section of town seemed to be lacking in any form of restaurants. He’d probably have to find the nearest 24/7 convenience store before he went on to scout out any heroes to torment. He could already see some of the neon lights and signs of the shopping district in the distance, so he began heading in that direction quickly.
His objective shifted rather quickly when he began hearing soft sound filling the area. It sounded like music initially, but it quickly morphed into singing as he walked further down the sidewalk. Eventually, it seemed like he was right on top of the noise even though the buildings around him were still dark or shuttered. He circled the area with his gaze until he landed upon a fairly illuminated alleyway. Fairy lights were strung up across the brick and, to his surprise, led to the source of the sound. Out of pure curiosity, he followed the path of the lights to the center of the alleyway to a building Dabi had never quite seen before.
It was odd seeing a full three story building just sandwiched in between two others, especially in an alleyway. Perpendicular to the building was a sign in fancy, golden script that stated the name of the establishment: The Hideaway Café. Big glass windows showcased the inside of the building to the shadowed villain. There were a handful of patrons at the visible tables and standing at the furthest back wall was the source of the noise he’d been hearing. All the patrons had their attention turned towards the singer.
They were holding the mic in their hands with a second person behind them playing a guitar and occasionally looking up at the singer. Dabi had no clue what the song was, that type of music wasn’t his style, but he was captivated by it nevertheless. He wasn’t exactly sure why he stood there as long as he did. It wasn’t even a particularly intriguing performance as the singer was just standing there and occasionally swaying back and forth. The song soon ended and was chased by the clapping of the restaurant patrons. Dabi waited a moment to see if the singing would continue. Although, it seemed he arrived at the end of the set as the singer was only speaking into the microphone now as the guitarist behind them began to pack up their materials
“Maybe I’ll come back here sometime.” Dabi thought before returning to his initial route towards a convenience store.
It wasn’t for a couple of weeks that Dabi went back on that thought and found himself at the Café again.
At this point, he was a solidified member of the League of Villains which had only grown in members since his initial introduction. Thankfully, in his opinion, a majority of those members were adults: eccentric men like Mr. Compress and Twice, Stain obsessed killers like Spinner, Magne (who Dabi truthfully didn’t know enough about to say much else about her), and actual maniacs like Muscular and Moonfish. Nevertheless, he still had to accept the addition of another child (even younger than Toga), a kid who called himself Mustard. No matter the odd group of people he was now associated with, he managed to make his way to an interesting leadership role for their upcoming attack on UA’s hero students. Despite the increased responsibility to plan for the said attack, he found himself slipping away from the hideout for the evening to go elsewhere.
And, of course, his feet began leading him in that same direction that the Café was. The place hadn’t left his mind in the several weeks since he discovered it: the atmosphere of it all, the singing, the singer themself. He wanted to experience it again. So, he managed to make his way back to it by pure memory. Greeting him, however, was a glaringly dark building and a prominent “closed” sign hanging at the front.
“Shit.” He involuntarily muttered to himself at the sight.
He didn’t really think about the possibility that it could be closed or that he really needed to know anything about the hours before he showed up again. Now, he had to make the serious decision upon whether or not he should show up to an, undoubtedly, pissed Shigaraki or not.
That was, atleast, until he heard a voice come from the right of the alley, “Um- excuse me sir?”
“Something wrong?” He turned to look at the voice. Unmistakably, it was the singer. He may have only had a far off look of your appearance, but the hair was the same (H/C) and style that he’d seen before. And, your shoes were the exact same. Oddly enough, Dabi could feel butterflies spiral in his stomach at that realization.
“Not at all! Are you uh- waiting for the Café to open?” You continued to stammer before gesturing to the door with the jingling set of keys in your hand.
“I was.” He lied.
“That hand freak is going to kick my ass.” He thought to himself at that.
“Oh, great! Um- you might need to wait a little bit though. Our usual cook said he’d be a bit late, so, if you were hoping to get any food, I’m not really any help.” You explained.
“What about a drink?” He asked.
“Oh, of course! I can do that. Just give me a moment to clean up!” You once again gestured with the keys to indicate you needed to unlock the door. He moved over to the side to allow you the moment to open the building.
He could tell you were hesitant of him. Even in a world full of odd quirks, people were still apprehensive of the guy with large scars and staple piercings. Or, it could have been his dark clothes and overall suspicious appearance standing in front of the closed building.
“You can come in, if you’d like!” You finally came back towards the front door. It had taken you only a couple of minutes, but the Café looked as it did the first time he saw it with the exception of the other people. Fairy lights illuminated everywhere around jy and the sign on the front had switched over to saying “open”. Much like the outside, the interior was small. There were a handful of booth tables to the left wall, which was all exposed brick, miscellaneous tables were around the rest of the center area, and the right side had a couple bar seats.
Dabi chose to sit at the bar. He might as well get drunk if he’s going to spend his time here even though the effects of alcohol were quickly canceled out by his quirk.
“It’s been a little bit since I’ve handled the bar, but I could probably make you something.” You spoke to him as you made your way behind the bar.
“You’re a bartender?” Dabi asked as he looked over the menu. There was a small laminated menu before him, but he chose to look towards the chalk board that listed all the drinks from above you.
“A long time ago. It was my first job actually.” Your hesitation seemed to be slowly melting away from the question, “if you have any questions, feel free to ask! What’s in all the drinks is listed on that smaller menu right there.”
“Hm,” he hummed and looked for the drink that sounded the most interesting, “What’s the Incredible Seven?”
“That one’s my favorite! It kinda’ tastes like spiked Seven Up.” You explained.
“I’ll get that.” He agreed. You nodded and got to work grabbing bottles and various cans to mix together.
“So, what brings you here tonight? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” You began speaking.
“You know every customer that comes here?” Dabi teased.
“Well, more or less. We aren’t exactly the most- easy to find place. Usually, there’s consistent regulars or just a certain type of person that comes in here. You don’t exactly fit that bar.” You explained.
“I came by this place before. You were singing, I’m pretty sure.” He replied.
You completely paused your actions of making the drink to stare at him in what must have been disbelief as your face slowly flushed red, “Seriously, you heard that! Ugh- that was the worst.”
“It wasn’t that bad.” Dabi replied. He internally cringed after giving the comment; he should have already drank before he was complimenting people like that.
“Well, thanks but it wasn’t planned at all. We had a couple of performers, and one of them canceled. I’m pretty sure she was just wasted but whatever. So, all of my staff was telling me to go up and perform in her place and- yeah, I almost passed out.” You ranted before placing the glass before him. It wasn’t anything too fancy, just a small drink in a cylindrical glass. It was an interesting lime green color and, as Dabi took a sip, it held up to it’s “spiked Seven Up” description.
“You should sing more often. I’d come back to see it.” He responded.
“Thanks again. I hardly have the confidence to do that again. We have other great musicians come in here all the time, though. The next performance is this Saturday, if you want to see that!” You offered.
“I’ll see,” he’d really only come back for the opportunity to talk to you again, “I have a busy schedule sometimes.”
You went to respond before the ringing of the bell from the front door openijg and closing distracted you. Dabi looked over to see that a new set of patrons had entered much to his annoyance.
“Let me know if you need anything else! But, I’ll be handling other things for a moment.” You said before heading off to handle the people who had entered.
He continued to sip the drink while looking around the area for anything to pay attention to instead of listening to whatever conversation you held with the couple that sat themselves at a booth. There was a TV in the corner of the bar that he, somehow, managed to miss entirely. Admittedly, it was left on a news channel and the volume appeared to be turned completely off as it displayed whatever the report was.
Of course, it was on Stain based on the images of the killer and the captions. He’d become far too familiar with the name and motifs of the killer from the League members. Actually, he knew a considerable amount of his history as well from the various times he’d listened to Toga info-dump about the man. It was no wonder so many people were so obsessed with his existence especially when these news reports were still running after his arrest over a month ago now.
“It’s awful isn’t it.” Your voice came from his left now as you approached him. Obviously, you noticed his attention on the TV.
“Yeah.” He decided not to add anything else about the Hero Killer. At the end of the day, no matter his annoyance towards the popularized villain, he was no better in the eyes of a civilian like yourself.
“Well, enough of that depressing stuff, usually I don’t leave the channel on the news very long. Unless, you really want to watch it.” You asked.
“No, I’ve seen enough shit about that guy.” You laughed at his comment before grabbing the remote and changing it to some sort of soft music while turning the volume up.
“Oh- I don’t think I introduced myself to you! I’m (L/N) (Y/N), we don’t usually do nametags here.” You turned towards him again.
“They really are talkative.” Dabi thought as he contemplated which name to give you in response.
“I go by Dabi.” He chose to respond.
“Well, I hope to see you around here more often, Dabi.”
“Same here.”
Everytime someone buys from my store, i draw them a little doodle based on what they order. Every order gets one. I think this was one of them that I liked .. but I can’t remember if I sent this one or kept it and drew them another one.
