☆Authors pov☆
"Why don't you take a guess, My little Mouse"
As soon as those words left dabi's mouth Y/n freezes.. that name.. that pet name, It hadn't been used for her.. well not ever since that incident. Y/n thinks no it can't be him can it?.. no no,it's just a common pet name.. yeah.. just a pet name there's no way it's him.. he died, RIGHT?? but they.. didnt find the body.. so..
Y/n's mind turns into a jumble of thoughts that spiral but mostly she's getting angry..she doesn't know why but the thought of someone else using that pet name doesn't rub her right.
No matter how much Y/n tried she couldn't stop that nagging thought from invading her mind, The urge to confirm growing oh so strongly so much so that it's almost painful... painful because there could be a chance.. and she doesn't know if she's ready to hear it.. if.. by some chance, it is him..
☆Dabi's pov☆
She looks like she's just seen a ghost, hell she looks like someone just murder her loved one in front of her.. Did she figure it out? Did my little pet name work? looks as if it's doing the job, keeping her thinking.. guessing. It's almost amusing to watch her inner turmoil take place.
I continue standing there gazing at her face, its starting to contort with all types of feelings trying to break lose.. pain, uncertently, anxiousness, disbelief, even... a small hint of hope and.. Anger??... Her eyes are narrowed almost closed.. her bodies stiff as if frozen and she's ... now keeping her eyes firmly planted on me as if she's finding something, She's staring, border line glaring. she's mad isn't she? how cute. she look infuriated.. irked. I love that look in her eyes and the words that slip from her pretty little mouth.
"Don't you fucking ..DARE call me that"
☆Y/n's pov☆
My rage continues to build as if my minds consumed and those words just slipped from my mouth on their own.. he'll get mad won't he? how will he react? why am i this mad? And about a STUPID pet name at that. I glare at him and keep glaring at him, ALL im met with is an amused smile as if my words are nothing.. He finally answers.. And it makes my blood rush with anger. THE FUCKING NERVE THIS GUY HAS.
"Little. Mouse"
The fucking nerve.. GOD do i wanna end him right about now, The next words that leave my mouth are purely derived by my growing frustration and anger. I start cursing.. yelling.. shit talking, All while he stares at me.. unmoving, He just stands there his hands in his pockets..his ice blue eyes fixed to my form. Once i stop yelling and cursing to catch my breath and he speaks.
"Are you done? did you enjoy that split second of power?"
Fucking.. asshole, bastard.. DOES HE THINK I'M A JOKE??! I start yelling and cursing again, i'm so angry.. i yank my hands forward in an attempt to free myself.. but i only manage to make my wrists hurt since there tied but if they weren't id fucking throw hands.. i look around and see a lamp on the nightstand.. sure my wrists are tied but i know damn well i can reach it.
My hands move on their own as if they have a mind of their own.. without thinking.. in the heat of the moment i grab and chuck the lamp at him. It does hit him directly and crashes into the wall behind him, He doesn't even flinch... not even when a broken piece cuts his cheek.. I can tell he's angry.. The look he gives me.. it.. it makes me regret even talking.. breathing.. moving.. everything.
"Try something like this again and you'll be in a world of pain, Little mouse. Be the good girl you are and behave cause if not then i know just how to make you and i promise you this.. I am not going to be gentle."