(I may rewrite this later)

You had never expected it, didn’t think you’d grow attached to your kidnapper. It was a weird thing, you started showing empathy towards him, worried when he got hurt. Symptoms of Stockholm syndrome. It was toxic, and quite literally abusive. You just couldn’t help it.

Dabi kicked the door closed when he entered his apartment, throwing his keys at the wall, and they stuck into it. He seemed to be in a foul mood, for whatever reason. Bright turquoise irises land on you, asleep on his couch in the living room. He didn’t mind it like how he thought he would’ve.

You’d gotten unbounded when you stopped struggling and fighting back. When you realized you weren’t leaving, not on his watch. Why the man kidnapped you? He wouldn’t tell you.

The Villains’ eyes focused on the purple bruises along your exposed skin, knowing he was the one who gave them to you. He didn't see it as abuse, that’s just how he grew up. Seeing his dad beat his mom, not knowing the real reason, he just thought it was normal. Even when he took his anger out on you. No, scratch that. He knew it was abuse. Slowly, he approached you, his strides low and calculating.