Dabi Imagines

I Love You?

Coming into your role was beginning to get easier and easier. You tried to tidy up when Dabi was gone, and when he was home. You did whatever it took to keep him happy. A pleased Dabi was so much easier to deal with than when he got mad. He liked to burn you, a reminder of just who was truly in control. The memory of the pain and the smell of burnt flesh was enough to make you nauseous. But you had come so far and he was so grateful for that. You were so submissive and so sweet. Giving him kisses when he asked, letting him touch you without shaking anymore. Such a good little pet. His little pet, all his. You were just something he liked to touch and relieve his stress with, or at least that was what you believed was all he saw in you. But Dabi was involved with you, completely infatuated with everything about you. From the way you talked to the way, you laughed, even how you averted your eyes from his when he was flirting. So different from him, yet so perfect.