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@newsave 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; "It's too fucking cold to be out here. You can smoke inside too you know."

❝ I'm  not  out  here  smokin',  ya  noid;  I'm  out  here  enjoyin the  peace  n'  quiet, ❞  He  said  before  giving  a  big,  tall  stretch  up  the  sky  as  if  he  were  a  very  contented  cat  for  emphasis  on  what  he  says  next. 

❝ 'Sides,  'm  fine.  I've  always  liked  cold  weather,  so  the  winters  my  favrioute. ❞ 

Yes,  it  was  blistering  cold;  no,  he  apparently  didn't  mind  because  even  when  he  had  the  full  spectrum  of  sensation  in  his  skin,  granting  him  the  ability  to  detect  temperature  appropriately,  he  was  partial  to  the  cold. Something  to  do  with  his  quirk  being  fucked  backwards  and  giving  him  a  body  that  better  withstood  freezing  temperatures  like  his  mom. 

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@wingeatersblog 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; ❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜ -Hawks, for Dabi

No,  he  didn't  expect  Hawks  to  find  him  here. He'd  sat  behind  a  dumpster  in  a  back  ally,  his  back  pressed  to  the  wall  as  he  opened  his  bag  of  chips  that  he'd  yoinked  right  off  the  shelf  in  the  last  convenience  store  he'd  visited.  BBQ  chicken  flavour.  Simple  but  reliable.  As  he  sat  to  eat,  a  stray  cat  approached  him, a  ragged,  tatted-looking  thing  that  it  was  with  a  sad,  raspy  meow. 

He  couldn't  say  he  was  really  a  fan  of  animals,  even  ones  that  might  have  resembled  him  if  he  looked  hard  enough,  and  so,  at  first,  he'd  tried  to  shoo  it  away  by  kicking  his  foot  at  it  a  few  times. When  that  didn't  work,  he  gave  in,  offering  it  one  of  his  chips  with  the  condition  that  it  get  lost  after  that,  as  if  it  could  understand  what  he  was  saying  as  he  told  it  this. 

That's  when  Hawks  arrived;  his  landing  seemed  to  scare  it  as  the  cat  took  off  in  a  hurry,  and  Dabi  rolled  his  eyes,  a  hand  that  rested  on  his  knee  rising  and  falling  at  the  wrist  in  a  resigned  gesture  to  the  fact  Hawks  had  accidentally  scared  the  cat  away even  though  he  wasn't  able  to  do  that  upon  actually  trying  as  he  mustered  an  irritated  answer. 

❝ Whata're  you  stalking  me  now,  hero ? ❞ 

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@newsave 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; "Here's to a new save file." Raises their glass.

Funny.  The  last  time  he'd  celebrated  New  Year,  he  was  12,  back  with  his  family.  It  wasn't  a  very  good  year,  either.  It  was  the  same  year  he  went  to  the  mountain  and  burned  up.  Not  so  long  after  his  13th birthday,  actually.  That  was  a  bad  day,  too,  as  he  remembered  it.  Then  again,  he  didn't  have  many  good  days  back  then. 

Memories  were  strange  things ...  So  much  of  his  life  was  a  blur  to  him,  except  for  some  weird,  hyper-specific  moments  that  he  could  remember  with  perfect  clarity  as  if  they  had  only  just  happened.  Some  of  these  moments  were  strange,  but  most  were  bad.  He  guessed  it  was  nice  to  think  that  if  he  was  going  to  live  much  longer,  moments  like  these  with  the  League  would  become  good  memories that he could look back on fondly.

❝ Happy new year, boss ! Heres to another year closer to tearing down this society of fake heroes. ❞ His glass follows Tomi's to the air, cheshire cat- like grin sprawled across his face, so wide its tugging at the staples that hold it together.

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@newsave sent in a valentines day application for Dabi ! :

your name: Tomi!!!

Romantic or platonic?: mutual disgust<3

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Night in

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream...

What's your perfect date?: Idk i don't think about it... maybe going somewhere I've never been... doing something new?

Would you cook for me?: Sure but idk how

Would you let me cook for you?: No I don't trust u

Can we make-out?: Yes

Make out in private or in public?: Both >:3

Do you like to cuddle?: Ya... only w u tho.......

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: idgaf, maybe none bc u can keep me warm

Couch or bed?: Bed

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Evil, complaining, gaming

Tell me something about you no else knows: You already know everything

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Who else is better for us than each other?

What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not but neither are you so that's why we're the best together

❝ Hah, yeah that about checks out. Guess this makes us Valentines, then. Pretty fortunate, 'cause I've already got a card picked out for ya' ❞ This of course being the first time he's ever had a valentine and the card he got ? The perfect one, he thinks. He saw it on the counter of a record shop he was visiting and forked over the 300 yen needed to buy it. Was he almost excited ? Maybe.

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No  offence  was  taken.  The  truth  was  Dabi  had  no  idea  how  he'd  handle  dealing  with  Loan  Sharks,  especially  if  they  gave  him  trouble.  He  just  imagined  it'd  end  in  flames  like  everything  else  in  his  life  tended  to  do.  ❝  I  wouldn't  be  mad  if  ya  did.  We're  supposed  to  be  a  team,  right ?  ❞ he  offered  with  an  empathized  shrug,  though  it  seemed  Twice  was  quick  to  decide  against  the  idea  nonetheless. 

His  unenthused  expression  remains  as  Twice  continues,  but  he  gets  the  predicament.  Guys  like  them  didn't  have  many  options  when  it  came  to  getting  money.  He  hardly  had  enough  to  survive  at  the  best  of  times. If  it  wasn't  for  that  old  man,  he  was  sure  he'd  have  starved  to  death  or  been  eaten  by  rats  on  the  street. Hell,  it  was  obvious  the  League  was  probably  the  only  available  option  for  many  of  them.  The  last  stand. 

❝ Yeah,  I  get  it.  Thats  kinda  what  being  here  feels  like.  What  are  you  tryna  buy,  anyway ?  ❞

Of course, how could he expect anything else coming from the local pyromaniac?! " You know you're really not creative. " Twice blurted out immediately without any regard for whether it may hurt any feelings. " Can't burn 'em I don't got that crazy fire like you do. Maybe I'll make your clone do it. " Immediately after the words left his mouth Twice shook his head vehemently. " No... no. Can't do that!! It's that-- " Wringing with his own hands he tried to figure out how to explain himself.

" I don't... like owe them stuff but I wanna borrow money, that's it. But they are creeping me out, man. I feel like a rat trying to grab cheese from a trap. Like you know you're gonna get fucked over but you're still considering it. " Did he think Dabi had experience? Absolutely!! Dabi seemed like the kinda guy who's been around a lot of places, at least in Twice's mind!

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❝  What ?  You've  gotta  be  kidding  me  ━  come  on,  you've  been  keeping  COUNT ? ❞ Is  he  actually  mad  about  this  or  is  he  just  messing  around ? Its  hard  to  tell,  and  likewise,  the  same  could  probably  be  said  about  Hawks.  Was  he  messing  around ?  Was  he  serious ?  Dabi  couldn't  tell,  all  he  knew  was  maybe  he  did  take  slight  offense  to  Hawks  acting  like  their  rocky  past  interactions  were  his  fault !  The  bird  brain  was  in  every  way  an  equal  participate  in  being  a  sneaky  asshole  in  his  opinion  and  he  was  about  to  explain  as  much,  manic  and  utterly  certain  of  himself. 

❝ Tch,  I'm  not  the  only  guy  that  went  off-script  there.  You  had  to  go  and  involve  the  number  one  hero  of  your  own  accord  and  almost  get  him  killed  too  ━  great  work,  by  the  way ━  but  If  you'd  have  done  what  you  were  supposed  to  do  and  just  gathered  up  a  random  pro  and  chilled  out  on  the  hero  work  for  ten  minutes,  things  would've  gone  a  lot  smoother.  Don't  forget;  you  also  had  the  audacity  to  turn  up  waving  one  of  those  big  feathers around  after  you  said  you  didn't  have  any  left.  That  ain't  friendly.  Plus,  ya  looked  like  you  were  really  gonna  try an'  intervene  before  the  rabbit  turned  up !  Hell,  you're  lucky  I  didn't  just  roast  you  and  number  one  right  then  and  there,  so  I  really  gotta  disagree;  I  think  I've  been  plenty  nice,  and  I  deserve  a  bird  joke.  Maybe  even  two  bird  jokes. ❞   

Because  he  was  sure  three  was  probably  pushing  it  a  little  but  hey !  He  was  minding  his  own  business  till  Hawks  came  along  and  put  his  beak  into  it,  wanting  to  Join  up  with  the  League. 

O H.

This was not the reaction he had been expecting. He was expecting a more aloof indifference or to have Dabi yelling at him about how he didn't want a bird joke anyway. Well, Keigo wasn't about to pass up the chance to mess with Dabi. Concealing his surprise with a slight frown, his head tilted to the side as it normally did whenever he was thinking.

"Well, let's see...You nearly got me killed at least once, you've insulted me at least once as well, a Nomu you sent to cause trouble almost killed me, you haven't been the most welcoming guy here, and, oh, have I mentioned how you almost killed me in your little stunt to prove myself?" He so badly wanted to mention how Endeavor also almost died, which Keigo cared for a lot more, but that wouldn't exactly look good for him right then. Not when he was already risking pissing Dabi off cause he wished to mess with the other guy.

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Bars,  cafes,  and  restaurants  ━  when  you're  hungry,  homeless,  and  without  a  stable  income,  you  learn  how  to  use  these  places  to  your  advantage.  Anywhere  that  served  food  meant  people  would  buy  food  and  sit  at  their  tables  to  eat  ━  and  often, they  would  then  get  up  and  leave  it  behind  when they  were  finished-  even  if  the  meal  itself  wasn't  wholly  eaten.  You'd  only  know  how  much  food  was  wasted  once  you  were  starving. 

Dabi  had  learned  to  quickly  swoop  in  on  these  discarded  meals  before  the  barmaids  could  come  and  clean  them  up.  This  time,  he'd  been  lucky  enough  to  land  on  two  whole  yakitori  sticks,  some  leftover  fried  rice  and  the  remnants  of  a  hotpot.  It  was  a  good  lunch  if  you  were  to  ask  him. He  wasn't  paying  much  attention  to  anyone  else  in  the  bar; he  tended  to  keep  his  head  down  to  draw  as  little  attention  to  himself  as  possible,  and  he  tried  to  stick  to  the  outskirts,  places  close  to  exists  and  away  from  most  of  the  other  people  in  the  bar. 

But  he  did  notice  the  guy  approaching  him,  a  sight  that  made  him  curse  under  his  breath.  Was  he  an  owner  or  something ?  Probably  wanted  to  tell  him  to  get  out.  And  then  he  mentions  the  league,  and  surprise  flashes  across  his  charred  features  for  a  moment,  a  surprise  that  slides  into  a  smug  little  smirk.  He  had  to  put  up  a  nonchalant  front,  and  it  didn't  seem  like  this  guy  wanted  to  fight  about  it,  so  he  was  interesting.

❝ What  all  guys  do  in  bars  -  eatin'  and  drinkin'. ❞  He  said,  holding  up  one  of  the  finished  yakitori  sticks  that  he  wiggled  for  emphasis,  his  smirk  growing  just  a  little  as  he  did.  There  were  a  few  empty  glasses  at  his  table,  too,  but  those  weren't  his.  Still,  the  scene  made  his  point  nicely.  ❝  Who're  you,  anyway ? ❞ 

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Disgusted. Overhaul stared with utter disgust at a certain villain, a frown hidden under his black mask yet his glare was evident. He had meticulously planned the bar he'd go to, researching and asking his subordinates to go out and find the most... appealing and clean bar in Musutafu that was welcoming to the more villainous types (in which there weren't many).

The previous bar he went to shut down (something about tax evasion?), so here he was- in a new place for the first time. Yet to his disappointment, so was he. "You." His voice was sharp as he readjusted his gloves, ensuring that his sleeves were fully down to reduce any physical contact and contamination- he often found himself struggling when attending new places. "You are with the league?" His statement disguised as a question, no matter the answer he had seen of this villain before- he had seen this man before he was sure of it.

If he remembered correctly the man went by the name 'Dabi', a villain who had proven to be a continuous problem for the hero commission. Yet to Chisaki he was all the same as others- cursed with the disease of having a quirk. Despite the slight feeling of disgust (albeit an emotion he often felt), a sudden thought that this meeting wasn't as unfortunate as he originally thought.

Maybe, just maybe, he could use him to get more intel on both the league and Shigaraki. His frown, whilst still there, became less prominent. "Now, what is a member of the league doing here?" Whilst part of him was looking for intel, the other part of him couldn't help but feel slight curiosity.

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His  disappointment  is  clear  on  his  face  as  she  says  this,  watching  with  all  the  disinterest  and  irritation  he  could  possibly  muster  as  she  crouched  down  into  a  stance  that  less  resembled  a  rabbit  and  more  a  cat  readying  itself  to  pounce.  With  a  groan,  he  had  to  resign  himself  to  a  fight,  unwilling  to  call  Ujiko  again  right  away,  which  might  not  have  been  the  smartest  choice. 

He'd  probably  end  up  embarrassed  either  way,  whether  he  runs  with  his  tail  between  his  legs  or  gets  a  beating  beforehand,  but  so  far,  he's  got  it  in  his  head  that  if  he  at  least  tried  to  fight  a  little  first,  he  wouldn't  look  quite  as  lame  to  his  comrades.  He  imagined  she'd  launch  herself  at  him  any  second  now,  so  he  might  as  well  make  it  hard  for  her. 

❝ Fine  then,  have  it  your  way,  but  you  know  what  they  say  about  playin'  with  fire ━ ❞  Sure,  he  doubted  he'd  be  able  to  kill  her;  hell,  maybe  he  wouldn't  even  be  able  to  slow  her  down,  but  steadying  his  stance,  his  words  are  followed  by  the  manifestation  of  a  brilliant  blue  flame  raging  from  the  palms  of  his  hands  and  running  up  his  arms,  and,  all  in  the  same  instant  he  launches  a  torrent  of  his  fire  toward  her,  like  an  overpowered  flamethrower  or  a  dragon  in  the  shape  of  a  man;  ❝ ━ you're  likely  to  get  burned ! ❞

Her ears twitch and flicked about a little while her attention remained on her target. Thankfully she was used to filtering out the sounds of the city to hone in on any hidden enemies. She wanted to assume that it was just Dabi. It would make sense as he could move about with drawing almost no attention if he was by himself than having others tag along. As hot headed as she could be, Rumi would still rather deal with only one enemy than a group. She was fast and strong but even she had her limits. 

Snorting, her body lowered a little to be ready to launch herself at him. It was cute that he thought he could talk himself out of this. “Sorry hot stuff but ya first mistake was setting foot on my truff.” Rumi took protecting her city seriously even if she was constantly looking for stronger opponents to test herself against. It was part of the reason she made the top five after all. It was also going be the reason she made it farther up the ladder too. 

“I hear they got decent grub in Tartatus though. I’m sure you and your buds will appreciate that.” Yet she was still hesitant to start this fight. She remembered some sort of teleportation quirk coming into play the last time. Neither Hawks nor Endeavor knew much about it besides that it most likely didn’t originate from Dabi. Having him slip away like that again would be frustrating but not the worst thing. The worst thing was if that same quirk could bring others here. Or if they are nearby then she may want to prioritize taking them out…She needed a moment to figure out her next move and taunting Dabi was possibly her best bet to get that time.

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'It  just  smells  like  you'.  He  was  glad  Tomi  didn't  seem  to  be  paying  much  attention  to  him  when  they  said  that,  given  the  silly  little  smile  he  failed  to  stop  it  from  bringing  to  his  face.  They  didn't  even  say  it  like  it  was  a  bad  thing...  That  was...  Nice. 

It  wasn't  really  that  he  cared  what  he  smelt  like.  He  couldn't  help  it,  so  why  worry  about  it?  Wasn't  his  problem  anyway,  given  he  couldn't  smell  it  himself  thanks  to  all  the  damage  to  his  body, and  if  assholes  had  to  put  up  with  him  stinkin'  up  their  nice  clean  city, well,  maybe  they  should've  done  better  to  make  sure  people  didn't  end  up  like  him.  But  plenty  did. 

But  yeah...  It  was  nice  that  it  didn't  seem  to  bother  Tomi.  ❝ I  dunno ❞  he  answered,  rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck  with  uncertainty  as  his  mind  flicked  back  to  the  task  at  hand.  He'd  never  built  a  fire  pit  before  ━  hell,  he'd  never  even  seen  one  built  before.And  yet  he  was  so  damn  sure  he  could  build  one  easy  as  raiding  the  upcoming  construction  site. ❝ Guess  we're  gonna  need  some  bricks,  maybe  something  metal,  too,  like  a  sheet  or  something  for  extra  fire  protection.  Generally,  just  flame-resistant  shit,  to  keep  it  under  control,  y'know ? ❞  he  said  as  his  brow  raised  slightly. What  the  fuck  was  a  Stonehenge?  He's  sure  he's  heard  of  that  before  ━  it  was  definitely  ringing  bells. 

❝ Yeah,  kinda.  Used  to  be  this  crazy  old  guy  at  a  shelter  I  stayed  at  once.  One  time,  he  was  prattlin'  on  about  how  humanity  hasn't  evolved  superhuman  abilities;  they  were  always  in  our  DNA,  but  we  just  forgot  how  to  use  them�� for  a  while.  Instead  of  evolving,  we're  devolving  or  somethin'.  It  kinda  made  sense. ❞  he  explained,  paraphrasing  the  words  he  remembered  as  best  as  he  could  remember  them.  

The  strange  topic  of  conversation  they  were  on  was  interrupted  only  by  their  arrival  at  their  destination.  Finally!  With  a  nod  in  the  affirmative,  he  heads  in  the  other  direction,  looking  for  anywhere  a  wheelbarrow  might  be  kept.  The  big  mounds  of  dirt  felt  like  the  best  place  to  start,  and  sure  enough,  after  a  short  trek  and  search,  he  was  right. A  wheelbarrow  was  parked  beside  a  mound  of  gravel,  but  there  was  a  problem....  The  wheel  was  locked  to  the  frame.  Undeterred,  however,  he  turned  his  head  back  in  the  direction  Tomi  had  gone  and  announced  loudly.  ❝ Hey,  Pretty  Cure,  C'mere !  I  needa  hand ! ❞ 

A  hand  capable  of  turning  solid  materials  into  dust.  Trying  to  melt  it  with  his  flames  would  probably  just  end  up  with  the  wheel  exploding  from  the  heat,  and  he  wasn't  about  to  risk  that. 

"Huh?" Tomura cocks their head to the side at his comment about the smell. They'd never really thought much about it before, just casually accepting how it is. It doesn't make him any less hot. So they shrug. "It just smells like you." Subconsciously she wraps it tighter around herself.

But, Tomura sneers a little at his answer. "How much shit are we gonna have to carry? Like what does this even need?" But their harshness wears off as they just start to chatter on, hands in the pockets of the jacket still waving around.

"Do you ever think about how before technology humans used to have to do stuff like build things by hand and get water and stuff. Like, it's current year, we should have electric wheelbarrows. I feel like I'm building fucking Stonehedge and we haven't even gotten there yet."

"Is this the place?" Tomura asks before suddenly feeling stupid about asking if this big construction site was the big construction site. So without hesitation they tromp straight in, hands in the pockets of the big coat lifting it up some to not get it too covered in dust.

Their head tilts to peer up through the rafters of the half-finished building, and with a huffed laugh, a cocked smile appears on their face. "Lemme know if you find something valuable!" And off they go, leaping from the ground and catching the first beam, then scaling higher up the building like a cat climbing a tree. They're off to make themselves a perch, observing from above, stopping along the way in search of anything that seems worth stealing.

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He  kinda  watched  this,  his  brows  rising  on  his  head  as  he  did,  his  lip  turning  upwards  as  if  to  judge  for  this  display  of  cringe,  and  yet  he  ended  up  with  nothing  but  a  lopsided  smirk  on  his  face.  Cringe ?  Absolutely,  but  in  a  kind  of....  Good  way.  Did  Tomi  know  that  they're  kinda  cute ? Like  in  a  really  weird  way ?  Did  he  even  know  what  he  was  thinking  as  he  stood  watching  her  silly  spin ? 

No,  he  didn't  really  understand  why  his  gaudy  jacket  meant  anything  to  her;  she  could've  had  her  own  real  easy.  Was  it  just  cause  it  was  his ?  Didn't  it  smell  bad ?  Like  burnt  and  rot  ━  like  him  ━  it's  just  a  dumb  jacket,  and  Tomura's  cold. He  scoffed  in  response  to  this  and  spun  around  to  continue  on  the  mission  he'd  given  himself  for  today. 

❝ Hey,  I'd   be pretty  impressed  if  you  managed  to  set  it  on  fire.  Not  even  I've  done  that  yet.  Giran  said  it's  on  par  with  Endeavor's  suit  in  regards  to  flame  resistance. ❞  He  explained, thinking  they  were  lucky  to  have  a  guy  like  Giran  and  all  his  connections  on  their  side  before  adding  his  sheepish  addition.  ❝ Sorry  'bout  the  smell. ❞  

Of  course,  he  had  no  perception  of  it  himself,  but  people  and  even  heroes  had  remarked  on  it  once  or  twice.  He  watched  their  noses  crinkle,  their  expressions  screw  up.  Come  to  think  of  it; the  league  was  the  only  group  of  people  that  never  said  anything  about  it  to  him.  Were  all  their  senses  as  fucked  up  as  his,  or  were  they  just  kinder  people?  The  idea  amuses  him,  and  yet  he  wasn't  really  surprised. 

❝ Guess  you  don't  gotta.  Would  be  a  big  help,  though.  If  we  can  commandeer  a  wheelbarrow,  we  won't  actually  needta'  carry  anything,  so  that's  what  I'm  aimin'  for. ❞ 

A little spark of something shoots through them at actually being called master, even through the sarcasm. That something-- is it something evil? something excited? They're unsure what to make of it, but they don't really care right now.

Tomura giggles at his surprise, now clutching the coat tight to her chest like a prized treasure. She does a little spin, putting it on as she goes, surprisingly graceful. "Magical girl transformation!"

They catch up next to him, bumping their shoulder into his. "And shut up, I'm not gonna hurt your precious jacket. It's not like I can set it on fire."

They place their hands in the pockets of the coat and lean lightly on him as they walk together toward the construction site. "Hey, am I gonna have to carry stuff?"

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He  couldn't  tell  just  how  cold  it  actually  was,  but  right  now,  that's  not  what  he  was  thinking  about.  Right  now,  he  was  thinking  about  building  this  fire  pit.  Did  he  have  any  experience  with  such  a  thing ?  No,  not  at  all!  But  he  had  complete  confidence  he  could  pull  it  off. 

After  all,  he  had  the  fire;  all  he  needed  was  something  big  to  contain  it.  A  sheet  of  metal  and  some  bricks  would  be  a  good  start,  things  that  you  could  usually  find  at  any  construction  site,  which  is  precisely  where  he  was  already  heading  with  a  scoff  and  a  slight  roll  of  his  eyes  in  response  to  Tomura's  whining. 

He  was  so  focused  on  his  latest  goal  that  he  hadn't  realized  the  boss  was  rapidly  approaching  him  from  behind  until  suddenly  his  jacket  was  being  yoinked  from  his  shoulders;  the  sudden  additional  weight  caused  him  to  tilt  backwards  with  a  huff  of  surprise. 

❝  Tch !  What  the  hell're  you  doing ?!  ❞  He  snapped,  though  despite  the  question  he  already  knew,  steadying  himself  by  dropping  his  shoulders  and  turning,  allowing  his  coat  to  slip  downwards.  With  that,  he  removed  it  the  rest  of  the  way  and  finally  offered  it  to  Tomi  with  a  frown.  ❝ Fine,  take  it  then,  master.  But  don't  let  anythin'  happen  to  it.  Thats  one've  my  favrioutes. ❞

For the most part, it's entertaining enough watching him run around and build his fire pit, the adorable bastard. Tomi looks at the weird circle he's making and sighs. "They're gonna think we're having a seance... and then want to come out here," they bitch for no reason and not loudly enough to draw Dabi's attention. Maybe they wanted peace and quiet too? No, they just want him.

"Don't call your master a baby!" they call, sounding particularly whiny. "I'm cold!" they pout. "Asshole..." Are they really holding it against him? A little bit. Maybe he doesn't like them as much as they thought? Fuck--

Tomura is jolted out of their potential spiral by the invitation. If he hadn't invited them to come along, they would have died on the spot. "Sounds fun. I'm in." If he isn't gentlemanly enough to offer his coat, he certainly won't be enough to help her up, so Tomi rises to her feet. Dabi is focused on his task, she's just along for the ride. So she prances after him.

As she approaches Dabi, she tries to sneak up on him, attempting to jump up and snag his jacket right off his back.

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The  sentiment  hadn't  been  missed  on  him,  though  he  wasn't  sure  his  company  was  good  enough  for  Tomi  to  trouble  herself  and  come  out  here  into  the  cold  just  to  stand  around  with  him,  and  it  really  must  have  been  cold,  too.  Even  though  they  both  had  skin  issues,  he  doubted  it  was  the  same.  All  he  really  knew  about  the  boss  was  they  got  itchy  a  lot  ━  he  bet  that  was  annoying  ━  but  he  bet  his  shit'd  get  itchy  too  if  his  nerves  weren't  busted. 

The  mention  of  his  fire  keeping  him  warm  brought  a  little  smile  to  the  corner  of  his  lips.  It  was  an  understandable  assumption,  but  it  wasn't  it.  He  never  really  told  anyone  anything  about  his  quirk  ━  how  it  worked,  and  why  it  didn't.  If  anything,  he  kind  of  preferred  to  avoid  the  topic,  but  that  didn't  mean  he  wasn't  thinking  about  what  Shigaraki  said  and  the  value  of  her  deciding  to  stand  out  here  despite  her  own  comfort.  Times  like  these  he  wished  his  quirk  did  work  right  ━  kinda  looked  cute  all  stuffed  into  that  big  hoodie,  though. 

Holding  his  hand  out,  palm  upright,  he  formed  a  blue  flame  in  it  and  hoped  its  heat  would  ease  the  cold  just  a  little  as  suddenly  he  had  another  thought. ❝ Y'know  what  we  need ?  We  needa  fire  pit !  That'd  be  great.  I'll  make  us  one !  We  can  even  use  it  to  burn  junk  an'  shit  we  don't  want. ❞ 

He  beamed,  this  idea  clearly  exiting  him.  Warmth  and  trash  disposal  in  one,  the  look  on  his  face  would  say  he  thought  he'd  just  had  a  stroke  of  true  genius. 

What the hell's a noid? But before they can open their mouth to ask, Dabi's next words give them pause. Frowning, they pull their hoodie over their head and stuff their hands in the front pocket and shuffle over next to Dabi. "Fuckin weirdo..."

"Yeah, yeah. you've got your fire power to keep you warm. I've got a fuckin' hoodie. asshole."

They're pouting about the cold, yet they decided to fully leave the relative warmth of the house and come out next to him. Shouldn't they just turn tail and go back inside to the rest of their friends? Why stand out here freezing their ass off? Just because he's here? Oh. Hm. Now she's left with the dilemma of trying to convince him to come back inside without him suspecting that she might just be feeling greedy and wanting her Dabi back next to her.

"Can't you find peace and quiet somewhere inside?" A bitter strike of wind slaps Tomi in the face and they hiss and growl, turning away from it, incidentally now leaning into Dabi's shoulder.

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❝ Please.  You  just  dunno  how  to  catch. ❞  He  dismissed  as  if  the  blatant  truth  behind  Hawks's  assessment  didn't  exist.  Once  all  the  chips  on  the  ground  were  gone,  the  cat  meowed  again  in  that  sad,  raspy  meow,  and  Dabi's  brows  furrowed  in  a  frown...  Damn  cat  really  was  like  him. 

He  reached  into  the  chip  packet  and  pulled  out  another  little  handful  of  chips  as  he  wondered what  Hawks  would  do  if  he  told  him  he  could  burn  it  and  put  it  out  of  its  misery,  but  for  now,  he  keeps  the  morbid  thought  to  himself,  sprinkling  the  chips  on  the  ground  for  the  cat.  The  next  handful  he  pulls  out  is  for  himself. 

❝ Not  unless  you  taste  like  barbecue  chicken, ❞  He  answers,  his  brows  raising  slightly  as  the  thought  hits  his  mind,  and  he  continues after  another  mouthful  of  chips. ❝  Come  to  think  of  it,  I  could  probably  make  that  happen. You could make a fan out of me yet. ❞ His words weren't serious. He was just making fun of the way he hero flinched earlier when he tossed the chips in his direction.

Glaring at Dabi he relaxed again and looked back to the cat. He could take it home and care for it but since he was rarely at home it would make no sense. Here the cat would get fed by people like Dabi who still seemed to possess a heart despite being a mass murderer. Hawks couldn’t judge however. His hands weren’t free of blood either.

“I can tell you don’t have many friends in the way you share your food.” Hawks grumbled as he watched the cat eat the chips that could have been his.

But then Dabi got up and showed him the package of the chips. Hawks leaned in and stared wide eyed at it, blinking once, twice, stunned silent for just a moment. Even he could see the resemblance. “I see… that’s why you gottem? Don’t tell me you’re a fan of me?” Dabi would be surprised what weird knock-off merchandise there was of him. Hawks couldn’t be offended by comparisons with birds or chickens anymore.

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You  know,  it  was  funny;  before  Hawks  approached  him,  he'd  never  really  bothered  to  pay  much  mind  to  the  other  heroes  at  the  top  of  the  chart  ━  and  ━  well,  honestly,  he  still  didn't,  except  for  now,  he  tended  to  look  out  for  Hawks  as  much  as  he  did  Endeavor  or  All  Might. In  fact,  his  interest  in  Hawks  had  led  him  to  do  all  kinds  of  research  on  the  winged  hero,  and  he  couldn't  help  but  notice  just  how  little  information  there  was  about  him  out  there.  Even  the  most  obsessive  fan  sites  didn't  have  much  solid  but  rumors,  speculation,  and  their  own  whacky  "headcanons".  Man...  The  shit  he'd  seen.  Kinda  reminded  him  of  All  Might  a  little. 

His  brow  raises,  and  a  look  of  amusement  sits  against  his  charred  features  as  he  notices  Hawks  flinch  and  shield  himself  from  the  chips  as  if  he  expected  balls  of  flame  instead  of  thinly  sliced  and  seasoned  potato.  Though  it  was  fair, this  still  entertained  him  as  he  slid  up  against  the  wall  to  push  himself  to  a  stand.  

❝ Tch,  yeah,  well,  whose  faults  that ?  You  were  supposed  to  catch  'em.  ❞  He  said,  approaching  the  hero  before  the  scraggly  street  cat  came  back,  running  out  of  the  shadows  to  begin  munching  on  the  chips,  and  he  stopped  to  stand  and  watch  it.  Poor  thing  must  have  been  starving. 

❝  Huh.  Speaking  of  likenesses,  I'm  pretty  sure  they  modelled  this  guy  after  you. ❞  With  that,  he  turned  the  chip  packet  around  so  Hawks  could  see  the  front  of  it  and  pointed  out  the  little  cartoon  mascot. A  rounded  yellow  chicken  with  a  windswept  hairdo, a  red  wattle  and  red  wings  to  match.  ❝ Yeah,  I'd  probably  sue  if  I  were  you, 'm just sayin' ❞  

Hawks chuckled, he never thought Dabi was cultured on media like that. Hawks only knew about David Attenborough through memes and clips on his social media feed. He had to research a lot to stay up to date with his fans. But that was the reason why he needed to snuff out the LOV. So he and others had time to kill and could actually watch such an allegedly useless documentary.

He was a little in thought which could end dangerous with Dabi, so when he got the chips throw at him he blocked them with one wing and already reached for his biggest primary feather so he could use it as a sword. The chips landed on the ground and he let his wings droop down in disappointment. “What was that for, Dabi?” He whined. “Those are perfectly fine chips and- oh.” Hawks tensed and pressed his wings against his back to make himself smaller.

The little cat has returned due to the throw of the chips and he didn’t want to scare it away again. They watched as it sat down to eat at the chips on the ground. “It kinda reminds me of you, you know? All scruffy and dirty.” Hawks grinned, there was no bite to his words, only teasing.

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That  dig  almost  flew  right  over  his  head,  given  that  it  was  practically  true.  This  was  his  'natural  environment,'  in  a  manner  of  speaking.  Not  everyone  could  live  the  fanciful  lives  of  heroes.  He  bet  Hawks  had  a  nice  place  and  wondered  what  that  might  have  looked  like  for  a  minute, but  not  before  remembering  to  give  the  other  a  scoff  in  answer: ❝ Tch,  whatever,  David  Attenborough. ❞  and  with  that,  his  brows  furrowed.  The  winged  hero  had  a  lot  of  nerves  to  ask  for  his  chips. 

A  few  months  ago,  there  was  no  way  he'd  let  a  perfectly  good  packet  of  BBQ  chicken  chips  go  to  waste.  But  since  the  League  merged  with  the  Meta  Liberation  Army,  they  were  no  longer  on  rations.  Shigaraki  had  that  big-nosed  CEO  under  his  thumb.  It  was  kind  of  hilarious. So  with  that,  he  reaches  into  the  packet,  picks  up  a  chip between  his  fingers  and  then  draws  his  arm  back.  ❝ Sure,  birdy,  catch ! ❞  With  that  quick  heads  up,  he  tosses  the  chip  at  Hawks,  like  throwing  seed  at  a  pigeon. 

Hawks grinned brightly as he was perched on the top of a building. He didn’t expect to fly up on Dabi being sweet to a cat. If he was honest he thought the villain and not one nice bone in himself. There was the tense anticipation of the man burning the poor animal but it didn’t happen. To avoid that cat eating more unhealthy stuff he decided to intervene.

So he flew down and inevitably scared the cat away, probably seeming like a predator for it. His wings then folded to his back as he nonchalantly stuffed his hands into his pocket, looking around.

“Don’t really need to stalk you, it’s easy to find you in your natural environment. Was just surprising to see you get all cuddly with a little kitty like that. You’re gonna share that with me too?” Hawks then asked boldly, nodding towards the chips bag.

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While  it  was  an  unexpected  question,  Dabi  couldn't  be  too  surprised.  After  all,  you  never  could  be  sure  what  weird  and  wonderful  thing  was  gonna  come  out  of  Twice's  mouth.  He  was  kinda  nuts,  but  that's  why  he  fits  in  with  the  League.  It  became  kinda  evident  from  their  first  group  meeting  that  none  of  them  were  particularly  "sane."  At least not in the way they were "supposed" to be, anyhow.

❝  Loan  sharks ?  ❞  He  asks,  an  incredulous  air  to  his  tone  though  certainly  toward  the  fact  Twice  had  imagined  he'd  have  any  experience  with  them,  not  that  Twice  might  have  had  some  kind  of  business  with  them  himself.  ❝ Yeah. ❞  What  would  he  do  if  he  had  problems  with  a  Lone  shark ?  The  stupid  smirk  that  comes  to  life  on  his  face  says  he's  got  an  idea:  ❝ If I were you, I'd  burn  'em.❞ 

@hatecharred Twice for Dabi

" Yo, Dabi! Can you help me with something? " Twice called out in a cheery tone, getting seated on a barstool next to his colleague. Although he wasn't entirely confident the brooding lone-wolf of the league was much of a helper, he still wanted to give it a shot. Poking his pointer at the other's coat he continued, " Do you know anything about uuuh like how to deal with... with loan sharks? "