"What do you mean by leave?" Dabi questions, slowly standing up from his spot on the bed.
"You know what? Never mind," I quickly say. "Just forget it." They'll surely let me back before I graduate, right?
That is if I'll even be allowed to graduate.
It's not like I go unnoticed on the streets. People definitely recognize me; there's no doubt about it. Having been in three UA sports festivals and interning with Recovery Girl, I'd say it's almost impossible for people to not notice me out in public.
Even if my face was covered with a mask or not, that only limits some recognition of my face.
"No, don't just forget it. Tell me. What is it you wanted to say?" Dabi urges. His glare could kill me right now. I break eye contact with him, still feeling his eyes digging into me.
I stand up, ramming the end of my cigarette into my upper thigh. I flinch from the sudden burn, putting out my cigarette. I drop it on his floor and walk towards the door to leave.
"I need a drink," I say coldly and walk out of the room.
...
"Hey, Kurogiri," I smile, resting my arms on top of the kitchen island.
"Good evening, Miss. It's nice to see you. Can I help you with something?" Kurogiri greets me kindly. He's making something, but I can't see what.
"Actually, you can help me with something. Could you make me something really strong?" I ask, tapping my fingers on the countertop.
"Hmm, Like alcohol? You want a drink?" Kurogiri questions.
"Yeah, like throw some vodka and shit together," I say, sighing.
"So, you want a blackout drink? Are you sure?"
I nod and Kurogiri turns down the heat on the stovetop he's been using. He walks over to a few cabinets and opens one of them, pulling out a cocktail shaker and a glass.
He then walks over to another, pulling out a bottle of red Aftershock, Brandy, Gin, and cinnamon Southern Comfort.
"What do you want it to taste like?" Kurogiri asks, looking over at me.
"Tolerable. Something I can get down. Also, can you get a glass out for a chaser?" Kurogiri nods, grabbing a glass cup from the same cupboard he got the cocktail shaker out of.
"Here," He says, setting the glass on the island counter. I utter a 'thank you 'and walk over to the sink, turning it on and filling up the cup with chilled water. I take a small sip before setting it back down on it's spot next to me on the counter.
I close my eyes, listening to Kurogiri shake the drink. I start drifting off, everything around me slowly disappearing.
I'm so tired.
"Y/n... Um." I open my eyes startled. "Sorry, but your drink is done."
"Oh no, I'm sorry. I'm just really exhausted," I explain quickly. Kurogiri chuckles as I look down at my drink.
"It's okay. Enjoy." I beam, taking the cocktail glass in my hand. I bring it to my lips and smell the drink quickly regretting it as my nostrils start to burn. I take a sip of it slowly and my eyes go wide.
Damn. I said strong, and he did just that. I tilt the glass more, pouring the potent liquid into my mouth. My throat burns, and I quickly grab my water chugging it, hoping for relief. I cough from the burn of my throat.
"Thanks... Kurogiri," I say between coughs, and I walk to the staircase to head upstairs.
I sit on the top stair, and my head is spinning like crazy. I grab onto the railing and pull myself up. At this point, I'm not even sure what I'm doing anymore. I've been sitting here for quite some time now.
I run my hand along the wall as I walk down the hallway. I stumble a bit but quickly gain my balance. Man, I'm really fighting this alcohol right now.
This hall just keeps going. I think to myself. Not that I even can think straight. I grab the doorknob to my right and swing open the door. The familiar scent of tobacco strikes me.
"Oh, Y/n?" I look up to see Dabi drying his hair with a towel. His Calvin Klein briefs hug to his waist and his light grey joggers lay low on his hips. I walk into Dabi's room, closing the door behind me, and I fall onto his bed. Dabi walks over to me, throwing his towel back into his bathroom.
I bring my hands to my head.
"Are you alright? You never come barging into my room like this." I sit up, and my head starts aching. Dabi comes and sits down next to me. I look at him and smile, a dirty image appearing in my head.
I push Dabi down on his bed and he catches himself on his forearms. I move to straddle him, and I look him dead in the eyes. I sit on his pelvis and trace the inside of his briefs. I can feel him starting to grow hard beneath me.
Dabi sits up, wrapping his arms behind my back. I put my arms around his neck, drawing small circles on his nape. Dabi's hands move underneath my sweatshirt, and I arch my back a bit in reaction to his cold hands. My heart rate increases and I squirm a bit, moving my hips. Dabi licks his lips, I can tell he's aroused, and to be honest, I am too.
My head continues to spin, but I ignore it. Dabi looks over towards his door and I grab his jaw forcing him to look back at me.
"Mm, someone's brave to be domming me today," Dabi utters. "You think that's such a good idea?" I put my hand behind Dabi's head and pull him towards me, kissing him.
Our kisses are desperate and sloppy. Dabi grabs the bottom of my sweatshirt, still keeping his lips on mine, and starts pulling it up. We break for a minute as Dabi throws my hoodie on the ground. He starts kissing me again, his hands urgently moving up and down my torso. His lips move to my neck, and he sucks on my bare skin, pulling it between his teeth.
"I'm not going anywhere, you slut. Take a breather," I laugh.
"Stop acting...like... you don't... like it," Dabi says between kisses. I grab his hair and pull him off of me.
"Hey, my lips are up here," I say, my voice hardly above a whisper.
"You're right, but I think someone's had a little too much to drink," Dabi mentions. I roll my eyes playfully, pushing Dabi back down on the bed. I watch his chest rise and fall, and a devilish smirk grows on his face.
I move my head down to kiss him, his mouth tastes of fresh speramint. Dabi grabs my sides and pushes me over on the bed, getting on top of me.
"Why so desperate? I think what you need is sleep," Dabi coaxes.
"I think what I need is you," I smile, struggling to keep my eyes open.
"Well, the one night you want me, you're not getting me. C'mon, Princess-" Dabi starts.
He gets up, sliding his hands underneath my body, and picks me up. I drape my arms around his neck and let my eyes shut.
"Lets get you to bed."