my savior. | dabi x reader

chapter three.

HEAVILY REVISED 190430

After falling into a deep sleep, you were soon awoken by rays of light shining through the glass beside you.

After closing your eyes for a few seconds, since you were still tired, you sloppily sat up from your bed. Judging from the sunlight, you thought,— it had just turned about 7am. You rubbed your eyes in fiery; as it was itching you to death, before slowly getting up from the mattress.

You couldn't help but notice; excuse that, there wasn't any way you couldn't notice a dip next to the bed. Strands of black hair was sticking up from his hair, and he looked peaceful than ever before.

You traced his sleepy features with your eyes and felt soft at the way he slept.

You couldn't help but had the urge to feel his hair. Even though he was still— a complete stranger, the way his hair had looked was beautiful and that was the main reason why your hands moved on its own.

Hesitantly, though, you placed your hands onto his hair; moving your legs to the side so it wouldn't bother you, and resting your head in your hands that had been propped up by your arm. Your fingers found its place in his hair and you couldn't help but love the way the silky and smooth texture of his hair felt. It was a soft moment for you, and your eyelid dropped down in admiration.

You had continue to pet his hair for a few moment or so before your eyes made contact with deep, blue, ocean eyes. Immediately, you flinched in surprise and tried your best to hide the tomato face you had in embarrassment. Dabi's gaze focused on your's and grabbed your wrist that you had brought back to your side. He looked into your eyes deeply before telling you to, "Keep going."

You slowly placed your body down back to the position it was before you flinched, and began to stroke the top of his head softly. Not even a moment after, you could feel the satisfaction he had wanted and shortly after fell asleep. When he fell asleep, his head plopped down sideways onto his resting arms.

You moved your hands down from his hair and to his face, tracing his features. It was a bit rough when you had reached the bottom of his face, but you didn't seem to mind it at all. When your hands dropped down from his face heavily, it landed right on top of his big hands.

You did want to feel how his hands would be on top of your's— but you didn't want to take 'advantage' over him while he was sleeping or make him feel even more uncomfortable when he wakes up unknowingly.

You decided to get up from the position you were in, the warmth in your hands slowly fading the passing seconds that follow. You patted his head one more time, softly, still unaware about the fact that Dabi was half-awake.

Carefully, you walked out of the room, taking in the sights of the house. The place was empty, nothing was hung up or aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. There was also a small kitchen that looked like it hadn't been used for years, and a fridge that pretty much was in a terrible condition. You walked towards the ugly kitchen, opening the cabinets and looking through the refrigerator, with your hands over your nose, but nothing, of course, was there.

You sighed to yourself, before having the brilliant idea of either ordering food or making food by yourself. Since he probably didn't have many ingredients or cooking supplies, you decided ordering food for him would be a much better idea.

You quickly wrote a note to him that basically said that you were going out for a bit. You didn't have a gps and you weren't the greatest with locations, so you prayed for the best that you were able to come back to this cabin safely.

Placing the note on the bed where he would most likely be able to see it, you went into his closet. Sure, since you were a stranger to him, it would be very weird, but you couldn't walk out with your clothes that were currently on you. It was dirty and had blood stains on it.

Luckily, his closet had clothes in it, so you grabbed a sweatshirt he had, had in there. For the pants, blood stain hadn't caught onto it; since you were wearing shorts, and you decided to leave it like that. You went into the restroom and cleared around the cuts on your leg before walking out and opening the front door.

After shutting the door behind you, you made sure to take in your surroundings before walking out into the streets.

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You placed an order big enough for the two of you to eat, and waited patiently for it to be done. You had forgotten your money at home, but thank goodness Dabi had left some of his money in his sweatshirt pocket. To add onto that, it was just enough to pay.

You walked out thankful for the food and rushed hurriedly back to the house, noticing the marks you had made to go back their. Although some had been ruined or lost, you were still able to find your way back. Since you didn't want anyone to tail you home after, or find out about the route; you destroyed the marks you had made every time you'd seen one.

Whilst arriving home, Dabi had woken up and was staring at nothing in particular. He looked painfully bored, and it was awfully noticeable. When he had heard the doorknob turning, he approached it carefully before grabbing you into the house hastily after realizing it was you.

"What is that?" His gaze was at the food in your hands, the bag drooping a bit since it had gone through a lot. >:(

You brought it up to his face to show him the carry-out you had bought. "It's pasta. I had to use your money since I hadn't brought mine.. but I'll pay you back."

He nodded at your words before snatching the food out of your hands. "Your legs," he started, "how were you able to walk?"

Confusion rose up to you, "it was just a scratch— it's not like I'm disabled from walking or anything." Paying literally no attention to you, he ripped open the plastic bag since he was struggling to untie it.

Dabi ate maturely yet not at the same time. He was being a lazy butthole and he himself didn't even seem to care. "This is good." You muttered to yourself, clearly noticing that the guy next to you probably didn't want to stir up a conversation.

"You know, I can't just always call you, 'you' or 'sir,' so if you want.. do you want me to call you something you'll go by?" You ate the pasta on your plate with pleasure before wiping off the sauce that had landed onto your face with a napkin.

He began to think about it— probably coming up with a fake name or just pretending to get your attention. "I don't go by my real name," he paused for a second, his eyes coming in contact with your's; and not dating to move. "Just call me Dabi."

You brought your knees up to your chin and thought about his name. "Dabi, huh?" Immediately, you could hear his head turning towards your direction. "I think it's a cute name." Your eyes were on each other's for a few seconds, again, but this time; it was meaningful.