(A/N) So this entire story is going by the theory where Dabi is a Todoroki (Which he totally is-)

THIRD PERSON POV

Hues of (E/C) looked down at the empty shot glasses below them, their eyes dull and full of haze from the alcohol running in their system.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, the pellucid liquid hitting the bar counter with a soft ‘drip’. That one drop turned into many, as the waterworks burst. The bar she was at had only a few other residents inside, so everyone else either didn’t care or was too drunk to.

She honestly didn’t know why she was crying. She remembered flashes of red and orange, but other than that nothing. The liquor she had drank was helping her forget, but only bits and parts.

A glass of lukewarm water was suddenly set down in front of her, the ice cubes inside the drink slowly melting from the room temperature.

“You look like you needed it (Y/N).”

A sniffle escaped her mouth as she turned to look at the stranger who had given her the drink. Long white bunny ears and red eyes were a dead giveaway to the identity of the person before her.

“Thanks Rumi.” (Y/N) said, before grabbing the glass and taking a nice long sip of the water. It burned running down her throat, but not as much as the alcohol did.

“No problem!” Rumi responded as her normal, cheerful self. Her smile immediately turned back into a small frown as she watched another teardrop slip down her friends eye.

“I’m sorry about what happened, by the way. You didn’t deserve it.”

(Y/N) didn’t respond. She simply nodded and continued to drown her sorrows in the translucent liquid.

A minute passed, and all the female continued to do was drink. Rumi eventually had to forcibly take away the glass.

“Look, you need to get home. Just lay down, and forget all about this. Although I’m sure your drinks helped with that…” Rumi trailed off, her eyes cringing at the many emptied glasses that littered the table around them.

“Yeah, I know.” With a nonchalant wave of her hand, (Y/N) stood up and started staggering towards the bar exit. ‘See you sometime soon Rumi.”

Thankfully she had a high tolerance, so she was still sober enough to return to her apartment.

‘My life’s really gone to fucking hell, huh?’

A small yet sad smile graced her face. She honestly couldn’t wait to see what the community thought of her tomorrow...

While distracted by her depressive yet empty thoughts, (Y/N) managed to bump into somebody. Just a random stranger wearing a solid black hoodie and plain jeans. Their face wasn't visible, and neither was any other part of their skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”  

“Don't worry about it.” The stranger mumbled under their breath, before walking past the (H/C)-haired girl in a slow and sluggish motion. Their figures brushed up against (Y/N)’s pockets subtly as they passed her.

(Y/N) didn't think anything else of the interaction as she continued her walk home.

The other, however, did.

The mysterious figure pulled a plastic card out from their hands, growing slightly proud from their improving pickpocketing skills.

A profile picture of a girl with (H/S), (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes showed to the right, while her name and miscellaneous personal information showed at the top. The card was shaped very similar to a driver's license.

“(Y/N) (L/N)…”

Even though the person already knew her name, it still felt nice to hear the words out loud on their tongue.

Scarred lips tugged into a smirk.

“This’ll be interesting…”

(A/N) I feel like I put too much into the first chapter too fast but eh

It all still works