Love letters on your door step, flowers on your bed, and thoughts in your head. It started to kinda drive you crazy, you were being stalked by some random freak. You can take care of it yourself, you’re a big girl. But just something about it gave you weird vibes, and every time it would happen you would tell your boyfriend, Dabi. At first Dabi shrugged it off as just some loser who wants attention. But as the person started breaking into your apartment and leaving you with worries he took note of it, saying something along the lines of it will be taken care of.

Ever since Dabi told you that it would be taken care of the notes came in fewer, until one day you walk into your apartment. You jiggle the keys as you kick off your tattered shoes, looking over. Dabi was leaning against a wall in your kitchen. He has never really told you how much he cared for you, or what lengths he would go for you.

He let you get so close.. he can’t let you go now. He can’t let other men wanting you, he’d let the world burn for you. If he can’t have you, then no one can.. and if he has you no one else will.

“He’s taken care of.”

Thats all he said, those four simple words made you feel better in a sadistic way. He pushed himself off the wall, walking over to you. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulls you flush against him, putting his head in the crook of your neck. He places a few kisses, his breath hot.

“No one will bother you like that again..”