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belovedoboro

4 years ago

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Fic Type: Drabble Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Dabi x Reader Prompt: N/A Word Count: 415 A/N: Just some angst inspired by a song Warnings: Smoking, drinking, that is all

A deep inhale arose from his slightly parted lips. The end of the cigarette became a glowing orange, the smoke filling his lungs. Holding his breath, his bright cerulean eyes bore through the ceiling. His mind was a tattered mess just like him. He breathed out through his nose, the smoke being lighter than when it first entered his lungs. A soft vibrating resounded throughout his mattress. Propping himself up with his elbows, he glances over at his device. The screen lit up, revealing some missed calls and unread messages from her. His nose scrunched up at the sight of your contact name, and he placed his phone face down on the bed. Laying back down, he took another long drag. His phone began vibrating again, only this time it lasted longer. He flipped over the phone to see the reason. You were calling. Pressing the decline button, he unlocked his phone to view your messages. Scrolling until he reaches the most recent one, he decides to reply. His heart twisted uncomfortably in his chest at the sorrow your texts conveyed.

His message only contained an ounce of sympathy but was mainly avoidant and distant as to why he hasn’t been responding. Ending it off with a goodbye, he powered off his phone to prevent his phone from being spammed by you again. His expression dulled as he stood up and walked over to his dresser, opening to get out an assortment of alcohol. Twisting off the cap and flicking it off, he drank straight from the bottle and threw himself back on his mattress. He closed his eyes, enjoying the subtle feeling of the room spinning. Drumming his fingers on his chest, he slightly nodded his head along with the music he had blaring. The persistent knocking on his door caused him to open his eyes. His forehead creased, he knew who’s at the door already. “Dabi!” He heard your muffled cries. However, he couldn’t bring himself to get up. Whether the reasoning being the alcohol tainting his movements or the guilt that suffocated him. He knew what he was doing wasn’t fair to you. But he didn’t have the willpower to stop. Or to hold you close. His eyes darted to the doorknob that was twisting but failing to open. “Can we please talk?” Your voice tinged with sadness. He decided that it would be better for both of you if he didn’t move. His mind was whirling as his eyelids fluttered closed.