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Open up your eyes | Dabi x reader

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, degrading, and maybe a bit of angst?

Spoilers: No, unless you count the Todoroki theory as a spoiler.

Word Count: 3k

🎵 Open Up Your Eyes - Tempest Shadow (Emily Blunt) 🎵

The faint echo of doors closing, opening, and footsteps roaming the halls could always be heard throughout the day. Each time the sounds came into reach you prayed, hoping that maybe just maybe it was the others coming to your rescue. But as the hope swells in your mind and body it’s always let down by the familiar smell of burnt flesh, and captivating ocean blue eyes.

 Each time the lanky man who went by name Dabi entered the room he’d start off towards the far wall containing many different tools for torturing, but you knew by now he would never use any of them on you. Always opting for his own quirk’s power to torture you. Yet still he always did the routine, standing there going over each tool and torturous weapon. Lighting brushing his hands on them, maybe even picking one or two up before placing them back down and moving on. The act sometimes lasted two or maybe three minutes, the longest being ten before he would finally make his way over to you. 

This time however he stayed over there, not moving or feeling the tools. Just staring straight ahead lost in what you could only assume were his thoughts.

 By the way he had walked in you could already tell he was in a worse mood than usual. Whatever had angered him was still very much so on his mind. You watched closely, trying to find anything that might tell you what may have happened. Searching for a sign that might tell you how tonight's events will unfold. 

After spending what felt like eternity staring at him, it was the faint shuffle of your feet that caused his ear to perk to bring him back to reality. Quickly becoming aware of where he was and what he was meant to be doing, his piercing gaze finally made way to your own.

 Not giving into his intense gaze the two of you held eye contact all the while he sluggishly made his way over to you. Towering over your bruised and burnt body, before slowly coming down to eye level. The smell of burnt flesh now accompanied by strong whiskey. Too faint to have smelt before. His eyes slowly left yours, searching your face. His brows creased with more frustration than before, his eyes growing sharper. 

The action leaves you more and more nervous as the seconds pass. The unsettling feeling in your lower abdomen only grows with his frustration. The only thing keeping you truly calm was the flicker of hope that your friends and colleagues would soon find you, rescue you from the torture you had been enduring. And surprisingly the coolness of his ocean blue eyes, reminding you greatly of one of your closest colleagues, Endeavor.

 Had the circumstances been different for you, you might almost find yourself getting lost in the turquoise hues. 

Though these thoughts were quickly wiped clean when he let out a frustrated grunt. The stench of whiskey forcefully making its way up your nose, as his eyes lock with yours once more. They held a much more tired look now, as if dreading what was to come next. 

“You know doll, I just can’t seem to understand you.” He sighed as he stood up, stretching and cracking his arms and back before giving you another tired look. “It’s been five days and you still have yet to give us any information. I know you’re a pro and all, but even the others we’ve caught usually crack after a day or two.” 

Slowly following him with your eyes as he made his way around you. Crouching down to your ear, his breath lightly fanning it, sending chills right down your spine. “I mean don’t get me wrong doll, I love our little sessions. Hearing the way you scream and whimper, it really gets my blood pumping.” He whispered, sucking and pulling your earlobe before pulling away and making his way to the front of you once more. “But the flakey brat is getting impatient, he doesn’t appreciate when people keep him waiting…”

 Squeezing your eyes shut the moment he takes you cheek in hand, his thumb slowly drawing circles on it. “Be the good girl I know you are and just give up already, I really don’t want to deal with having to kill you.” 

The pit in your stomach only grew deeper upon hearing those words, even though it wasn’t the first time he had said something close to it. The only difference between those times and now was that it sounded like Dabi actually meant it this time. 

Forcing your eyes open you scanned his face, trying to pinpoint his lie, the only problem was being that you couldn’t find one. 

“I’ve officially been given a deadline..” Dropping his hand from your cheek he made his way towards the wall in front of you. Leaning back against, tilting his head to get a better angle of you. “If by the end of our session tonight you don’t give up the slightest bit of information, I’ve been given the task to kill you. It doesn’t have to be everything you know, while that definitely would help us and please Mr. Hands fetish. Just the smallest bit of info will do, in return you’ll live to see another day.” Upon hearing no response he kicked himself off of the wall he caught your chin in his hand, his glare hardening. “ And if you couldn’t already tell I’m in a bad mood and don’t want to have to put up with your bullshit today, so just drop the act and spill what you know.” 

The consequence of your next action didn’t even cross your mind, your actions taking control of your better judgment. The spit you had slowly building in your mouth now resided on the burnt skin of Dabi. The icy glare that had formed on your face now turned into one of panic and pain as a burning sensation filled you. The smell of skin burning only growing stronger. Thrashing your head around you tried to get your chin out of his grip only for it to grow stronger as well as heat he was emitting from his hand.

 Letting out a frustrated growl Dabi then grabbed a fistful of your hair bringing your face level with his own. “I’ll let that one slide because i’m feeling a little generous tonight.” His grip only tightening on your hair, laughing at the soft whimper you released. Letting go of your hair, he pulled away lifting his left hand and igniting it. The blue flames danced around feeding off the air, almost as hypnotizing as his eyes. “One last time, doll face; spill.”

 Shaking your head, tears streaming down your face. Your eyes finally fixating on him. Hope coursing through your body as you remember it only a matter of time before someone, anyone, would come for you. 

They’ll find me. I know they will. I just have to hold out a little longer. 

His flames only grew with more frustration and anger. Slowly becoming more and more out of control. “Don’t you get it, if they wanted to find you they already would have. It's been five days sweetheart. They could care less about you and if you die or not. They only care about themselves.” Dabi’s voice rising with every statement, the fire growing and spreading higher up his arm.

 “No, you're wrong. They do care and they are trying to find me, it’s only gonna be a matter of time before they find me and you. Everything you’ve worked at will be destroyed. It’s only a matter of minutes now, I know it.” You fought back, reaching forward. Twisting in the restraints. Only stopping your movements when the fire spread throughout his whole body, sweeping the floors with flames. Circling around you, only stop a few inches away from where you sat.

 You could feel the hatred coming from the heat, the heat getting so strong it almost felt cold. 

“Open up your eyes darling, you can’t count on any of those shit bags. They hardly even opened up a search party for you before declaring you dead.” His flames only inching closer. “It’s time for you to grow up and get wise.” Ocean eyes only speaking his own truth. 

“This fantasyland you live in, heroes saving the weak and lost. It’s nothing but a lie, a cover up. You’re only holding on to false hope, wasted hope.” 

“No, no you’re wrong-” 

“Wrong?” His flames are now climbing the wall, reaching the ceiling slowly creeping along them. “ You don’t get to tell me I’m ‘wrong’ let me remind you I'm the one with power here, you're nothing but a helpless rabbit caged at my command.” The flames parted as he stepped forward.

 “Take a look from my point of view, pros like you have been against people like me from the very beginning. Focusing on fame and money, the power. Too busy to notice those truly in need of saving and help.” 

Nodding in understanding, while it wasn’t ideal. You knew he wasn’t wrong. “T-that may be the case with few heroes, but there are others out there who care. Those who do everything they can to help, no matter what. Risking their lives, not caring for the money or fame that may come along with it. But that type of hero isn’t me, and it isn’t anyone I work with. It was never the money or the fame for me, for us. It's about doing what’s right.”  It was only for a split second, but you could have sworn you had seen his eyes soften before quickly being taken over with the regular icy glare he usually wore. Scoffing before giving you a glance over.

 “You know the pro hero Endeavor? The number one hero, you’ve worked with him, yeah.” The question confused you, of course he knew you had worked with Endeavor. That being one of the number one reasons as to why you were here in the first place. To give up everything you knew or had on him.

 Hesitantly you nodded your head. “I think you already know the answer to that.” 

 His flames slowly dying down, he shakes his head. “Of course, but I must have been wrong. You only work with true heroes, you said it yourself.” 

Your eyes quickly found his own, disbelief filling you and taking over your face. “Endeavor is one of the truest heroes i’ve ever met. He may come off as a big hard headed asshole, but he is the greatest hero I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” Amusement stretched upon Dabi’s face. The fire that resided in his eyes only grew with his amusement as his own blue flames slowly crept and faded away.

“So naive.” He purred. A small hum sounded through his lips, all his flames gone except for one small flame dancing on his pointer finger. He started to pace, playing with the small flame. Contemplating something. Your eyes followed his every movement, hoping that it would give away whatever it may be he was thinking so intensely about.

 It wasn’t until he stopped abruptly turning back towards you, pinching his fingers together and putting out the flame all while his gaze once again finding your own for the umpteenth time this night. Shrugging too himself he sluggishly walked over to you. Caressing your hair while bending down to be eye level with you. “It’s not like you’ll live past tonight anyway.” His eyes once again searching your face. “Might as well die knowing the truth.” It was the smile you received after that sentence that really sent chills throughout your entire body. 

Frozen with fear, waiting to hear whatever it is that's so important to him. His face slowly leaning in towards your own, anticipation racing through you. Resting his forehead against your own he lets out a soft sigh. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret of mine. So pay close attention, yeah.” His lips met your jaw giving it a little playful nip, before pulling back and sitting in front of you.

Leaning back on one hand while the other rests on his propped up knee, acting as if he hadn’t just told you tonight was indeed your last night alive. Bringing his head back, staring at the ceiling. Trying to figure out where to begin. Running a hand through his burnt black locks he finally looked back in your direction.

 “You’ve been informed on quirk marriages before, correct? So I don’t need to go into explanation as to what one is?” Dabi questioned giving you a lazy look awaiting your answer. With a soft nod from you he looked away, starring absentmindedly before continuing on. “I was conceived with the sole purpose of creating a powerful quirk. One so powerful I myself would become the top hero.” 

Your eyes widened as you finally understood what it was he was trying to get at, but before you could respond he began once more upon seeing your expression.

 “My father was wealthy enough to pay my mother's family, forcing her into a marriage she didn’t want, with a man she hated. I was the first attempt, the first of two other ‘failures’ as my father liked to put it.” At every mention of his father his eyes only turned icy. “I was almost perfect too!” His eyes sparkled at the thought, much like a child's.

 “But of course I wasn’t enough for him. You see I got most of my father’s features, his hair, eyes, and quirk-like ability. Though the most important feature I needed to become truly powerful I didn’t possess, his skin. I was born with my mother’s soft skinned features, much too weak to control or hold my fire.” 

That explains all the burns…

If the room wasn’t already filled with an awkward tension it was now. What did he expect of you, a reply, sympathy, or did he want nothing from you but for you to listen?

 It stayed silent for a while longer, you said nothing for he looked like he was always on the verge to add more, just trying to find the right words to perfect the story. 

Trailing his hands along his burned flesh, dabi starts up again. “Sometimes I wonder if with a different situation, a more patient father, more understanding.. That maybe I would have learned and trained my skin to withstand my fire instead of burning, instead of looking like the freak I am today.” He slowly laid back, relaxing more. “Of course my skin wasn’t the only problem I portrayed. I was also incredibly small, being the twin who received the least amount of nutrition. I was smaller than my two younger siblings and stood at about the same height as my youngest third sibling. My father has always been on the more traditional side of things, so seeing such a small son, let alone the eldest son, he wasn't too proud.” 

Closing his fixated eyes he let out a sigh. “Growing up it was just me and my two other siblings, after being deemed failures we were locked away from the world, from our youngest brother. Not allowed to associate with him for he wasn’t a failure, but perfect. Everything my father could have wished for and more. Things for my other two siblings were better though, you see they hardly got any of my father traits and took after my mother. She favored them over me because of it, she hated my father for what he did, it only made sense she’d hate me seeing as though I was a carbon copy of him.”

 “Everywhere I went I wasn’t accepted or loved, I had my brother and sister but that was it. Nothing was left in this world for me.”

 Tears were now streaming down your face, you weren’t sure if he had noticed yet. You couldn’t help but cry, to feel sorry. You had met and saved people all over, but not once had you heard something quite like this. Not once had you wanted to save and help someone more. “Dabi-” You started but you were soon cut off, not even given the chance to try to say something.

 “Aw doll, are all those tears for me?” His face losing the once relaxed and calm features before slowly morphing into one of amusement. He rolled over and crawled towards you. Using the chairs handles to pull himself level with your face, pulling him close so he could inspect the tears you couldn’t stop from rolling down your face. Mmm he hummed. “I haven't even gotten to the best part yet, pet.” warm breath fanned against you before his tongue reached out, licking up a tear before pulling back and nuzzling into your neck. The actions leave you breathless. 

“I was naive back then, wishing and praying just like you for someone to come and rescue me and my siblings. Hoping my father would become the hero everyone thought he was, that my mother would realize I’m not the man she hates, but her first born son. I depended on them, yet they gave me nothing.” His arms now wrapping around your torso, his head pushing further against the crook of your neck. You wanted to so badly wrap your arms around him, to give him the comfort he longed for. Yet the restraints that kept you bound to the chair made it impossible to do so.

 “He tried working with my flames once more, pushing me, trying to get me to exceed all limitations. But it was hopeless, all it did was create more pain. I could hardly move, burns littered my body, worse than ever. I remember my mother walked by at one point, I looked at her for help. I don’t even remember her expression before my father interrupted. He was always an honest man, stating the truest words I’ve ever heard. ‘If you depend on others you’ll never know your place.’ It was then i finally understood everything, all the rage from my father, mother, siblings, heroes, and lastly my worthless quirk built up. I fire like no other erupted from me. It spread everywhere, covering everything. Everyone was distracted by the burning house and escaping left me behind. Behind to die. So I took the chance to run, to escape.

”Dabi pushed himself away from you turning and facing the wall. “I saw a story of my death on the news about a week later. ‘Pro hero's eldest son burns in his own flames after a quirk accident occurred in the residents' household.’ He didn’t even take time off to mourn, people were amazed. He played it off as wanting to help those in need cause he couldn’t even save his own son, but that was all a lie, he could hardly care I was ‘dead’. He got so much praise for it, used it to his advantage to try and climb higher in the ranks, though it didn’t work. Nothing could ever beat the number one hero All Might, until now of course.” 

He ran a hand through his black hair. “The new number one hero, everyone's new favorite. Is really just a fraud and a villain in disguise.” Turning his eyes on you once more. Those eyes, an ocean blue you had seen all the time in your close long term friend Enji Todoroki.

 Touya 

Your eyes scanned Dabi’s or now Touya’s face searching for the lie, any lie in what he had said. You couldn’t find one, not a single one. The only lie you could find was the many lies your own friend and colleague Enji Todoroki, Touya Todoroki’s father, had told you. All of it was a lie, the friendship, his work, all of it. 

You finally understood Touya, understood his pain, suffering. You could never truly be able to understand but you understood enough, enough to want to help, to save, to get lost in those beautiful turquoise eyes. 

“Touya-”

 “Dont.” he quickly cut you off. “That name died the day I saw I was dead in the news.” 

You nod quickly. “D-dabi.” You trip over your words, trying to find the right way to express what you were feeling, how you long to know what he was feeling at this very moment. “There's still hope, we can fix this mess together with you and I. You can get help, I can help. None of this is your fault, not truly at least. People will understand, I understand. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” You pulled at the restraint more than ever now, wanting to run to him. “ I want to help, I wish I had helped. That we could have met sooner, that someone would have seen sooner-”

He laughs. His smile stretching far, his staples pulling in ways they shouldn’t. If it weren’t for the fact he had burned his tear ducts away, he might have cried. “You still don’t get it! They didn’t see it, not because they didn’t notice but because they didn’t want to notice. No one helped, and no one can help. Not then, not now, not ever.” 

He stalks over to you, crouching down and grabbing hold of your cheek. Softly rubbing it, eyes growing soft, hurt. Dabi looks into your eyes with longing. 

“It’s a shame things had to turn out this way, that I can’t keep you all to myself. I found you quite beautiful and talking to you was on a whole new level therapeutic.” He moved in closer, resting his forehead against your own. Finally he made one last move, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

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A/N: Hey so this is my first time writing fan-fiction as well as posting it... Erm yeah. I got the idea while listening to my play list and the song Open Up Your Eyes from the MLP movie came on and after reading a super angsty song-fic.