The Heiress (MHA x Reader)

Chapter 15 - Chess, Not Checkers.

The night air hit cold and sharp as you stepped outside the bar, a stark contrast to the closeness of what you'd just shared inside. You'd expected silence, maybe even distance, but Dabi hadn't moved far. He waited at the edge of the sidewalk, lit in slivers of neon and half-shadow, eyes on you like you were still mid-confession.

He didn't speak, not right away. Just looked at you with that unreadable face of his, somewhere between interest and calculation, like he was still deciding what the hell you were.

Then finally, he said it. "Didn't think you were gonna say all that."

You slowed your steps. "Me neither."

He pulled out a cigarette, balanced it loosely between his fingers. Didn't light it.

"Ballsy, though." His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "Most people keep that kind of shit buried."

Your hands slid into your coat pockets. "Most people aren't me."

A beat passed.

Dabi let out a breath that might've been a laugh, might've just been smoke without fire. "No. They're not."

He looked down the street, like weighing something. Then he stepped closer, just a few inches, and looked at you under the dim flicker of a broken streetlamp.

Your footsteps fell into rhythm with his as he turned and walked again. The silence returned, but this time it wasn't empty. It was charged, filled with the weight of what you'd admitted and what he hadn't yet said in return.

Your mind spun with the implications of it all. You had just told him everything. Everything that mattered. The truth about who you were, what your future was, what kind of world had been handed to you like a knife to the throat.

You hadn't confessed that to anyone before. Not a friend. Not a classmate. Not a stranger. Dabi was the first person outside the Shie Hassaikai who knew.

And he wasn't just some guy who sold weed.

You didn't know the full extent of it, but instinct whispered that he was far more dangerous than he looked. That the ground you stood on wasn't just unstable, it was mined. And still, some part of you wanted to walk forward anyway.

Was it recklessness? Curiosity? Or just the relief of finally being known by someone who wouldn't flinch?

He turned suddenly, cutting down a narrower street. You followed.

"Where are we going?" You asked, only then realizing you hadn't asked sooner.

Dabi didn't look back. "Somewhere a little less public."

Your gut tensed. Not in fear, just anticipation.

"You gonna kill me?" You asked, dry.

He chuckled, low. "If I was, you wouldn't see it coming."

You smiled, just a little. 

The alley opened into another street, this one quieter, less lit. He walked like he knew every twist and turn in the city, like his feet didn't need his mind to find the way.

Then he slowed and looked over his shoulder. "How much do you know about the League of Villains?"

You blinked. "Enough."

He tilted his head, skeptical. "That so?"

You frowned, catching the tone under his words.

 "Hawks said something funny earlier today," he murmured.