Dabi x Reader Oneshot

Cold

~Warnings, mentions of abuse in a toxic relationship, cursing (probably), and yeah...~

You trudged into the Hideout, instantly met with no one being there... or so you thought.

You silently made your way up the steps, the creaking of the stairs seemingly deafening to you because of how quiet the Hideout was.

Shocking, because Toga and the rest of the villains... mostly Toga, was always being loud, and it seemed as if you could never get a moment of peace. Loud... it was always so loud...

You got to the top of the stairs and looked down off the top landing, staring down at the messy and horribly old looking Hideout.

We don't deserve to live like this...

You turned forward again and made your way to your room, so to speak. It wasn't much of a room... there wasn't a vanity, a mirror, or carpet... no heater or drawers...

It was a cold, dimly lit tile floored room. A bed in the back corner, one sheet and one pillow occupying it. Your clothes were in a small stack in another corner, neatly folded. The scent of blood occupied the room because of the basket of blood-soaked  clothes sat right next to the stack of clean clothes.

You slowly closed your door, the darkness of your room only increasing by doing that. You took a few steps forward and stood in the middle of your room, only the decently sized window of your room lighting the space.

You hooked your fingers under the rim of your shirt, lifting your arms and pulling the piece of clothing over your head. Your upper half was exposed, dark purple and black marks covered your back, stomach and chest, small cuts here and there.

Anyone would've thought that maybe you injured yourself during a fight or villain attack, but... you knew that wasn't it.

Being in a relationship with a boy who injured you on the daily, and covered you with bruises to remind you of his existence wasn't easy.

The sudden freezing cold of the room made you sigh, and your skin tingled with the cold. Your fingers went slightly numb and you rubbed your hands together, trying to get any sort of friction to make warmth burst to your hands again.

Suddenly, the freezing air on your back came to an abrupt change as a sudden warmth came from behind you.

You didn't dare turn around, because you knew he'd already seen your back. And you knew he'd be pissed.

"D-Dabi, I can ex-"
"Who did it."

You heard him demand, his voice going a little scary, but you knew he wasn't mad at you.

"N-No one, I got hurt in a fight today.." you lied, still not turning around. You felt the warmth behind you shift slowly to your sides, and then to your front as he circled around, standing in front of you. The heat only increased when he saw your front.

He clenched his fist and frowned, seeing the painful and slightly bloody bite marks and bruises along your chest. They didn't look like they were intended for pleasure.

He took his other hand and grabbed your wrist, his hands were hot, but definitely not hot enough to actually burn you, just to make your skin tingle a little.

He scanned your wrist and clenched his jaw. "Who. Did it." He growled.

You sighed shakily and shook your head. "N-No one, I fell during a fight-"

He raised your wrist up and made you look at it. It had a dark purple hand mark cascaded along your skin, making you go silent.

"On someone's hand?" He raised his voice a little and then kneeled down to your height. "Tell me, (Y/N). Who did it." He demanded, his voice a little softer.

You started shaking from the freezing cold of the room, and the anxiety from this conversation.

You told him it was your so called "boyfriend", and instantly his blue eyes went scary. You felt tears run down your face as you knew that by telling Dabi who hurt you, you would only get punished even more.

You lowered your head and squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw. You slowly wrapped your arms around yourself, wanting to hide the harm he had done to you. It was hideous to you, and you knew you didn't deserve it. But maybe it was better telling Dabi...

You felt the warmth in front of you slide around your whole body as his arms snaked their way around you, pulling you close to him. Without hesitation, you put your face in his neck, proceeding to cry. The borderline catching on fire hands caressed your back softly, making the bruises somehow feel a lot less painful.

You slid your arms around his neck slowly, feeling the small cold pricks of the staples run across your hands and your arms, letting the crook of your elbows rest on his shoulders, you let your forearms slightly dangle from his back, but then entwined your hands together to lock your arms around him.

He leaned his head against yours and sighed, one of his hands coming to stroke your hair.

"Why didn't you just tell me in the first place, mouse..." He sighed and continued stroking your hair.

You hesitated but decided to tell him everything, since you did feel a little better now that you told him before.

"Well... h-he made it abundantly clear that if I told anyone he'd only hurt me further.. he has a much more powerful quirk than mine, so I'm nothing against him.. I'm sorry, Dabi.." you whispered against his neck, going a little limp in defeat.

Dabi sighed again before lifting you off the ground and hooking his hands under your knees, wrapping your legs around his torso. He proceeded to carry you from your room to his, where he set you down on his bed and smiled. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna clean your wounds." He left to get supplies while you hesitantly wrapped yourself in one of his blankets.

It was more than warm in his room, well lit and a lot more comfortable than yours. His blankets smelled like him, which comforted you even more. In fact, the whole room smelled like him, and that's what you loved.

A few moments later, he came backing the room, and you lowered his blanket. He sat down next to you and motioned for you to turn around. You did, and you felt his hands gently stroke your back, before a small stinging pain happened every time he cleaned one of your cuts. You got through it though, and once he was done cleaning the wounds all over you, you felt really tired. Dabi seemed to notice that, and pulled you into his lap.

You rested your head on his chest and smiled, "Thank you, Dabi..." you whispered and clutched to his shirt.

He smiled a little and stroked your hair, "Of course, mouse. Now sleep, I have to go grill a bitch." He chuckled and laid you down onto his mattress. You smiled and wrapped yourself in the sheets as he stood up. He bent down and gave you a soft kiss to your lips before walking from the room, leaving you with a bright red face and a wide smile.

"He's so warm..."

Let's just say your "boyfriend" got turned into charcoal that night, and was never seen again.