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Wilted Petals

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It always started with an accident. That’s what you thought to yourself as you watched the bouquet of flowers in your hands decay into nothing. As the flowers wilted and their color dulled, so did the pain in your side. Crushing a rotting petal between your fingers, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Someone is going to be mad that you used their flowers to heal yourself.

You strip down and pitch your dirty clothes into a laundry basket (perfect shot by the way, hell yeah) and inspect your side. It wasn’t your finest work, an ugly red scar remained from the stab wound, but you no longer were bleeding. That means you were no longer a risk for ruining your white couch and that’s all that really mattered. Throwing your body on said couch, you let out a groan. Man, it really has been a night.

Things started off good, you had hit up one of your usual spots to party. You had been dressed nice and loving the attention you been drawing from the dance flow. Then a guy popped out of nowhere and started sweet-talking you when suddenly his ex, some chick with the spikiest hair you’ve ever seen, comes up and starts yelling at you. She pushed you, you pushed her back and then she picked up a chunk of her spiky hair and stabbed you with it. Like, deadass, cannot even make this shit up.

So with your new stab wound killing the mood and staining your nice clothes, you were forced to make a tactful retreat back to your home. Stabbed by hair, like really who could even predict that? What even kind of quirk is that? Hello, I’m Medusa but with knives instead of snakes. You scoff, only you would have this kind of luck.

Laying on your couch, you start to doze off. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for you.

Newsflash, today was not a better day for you. In fact it was ten times worse.

You are not sure why you decided to go clubbing again after last night's disaster but you did. You are also not sure why you always decide to open your big mouth and get yourself into shit situations for no reason. You look around, clenching your fist as three men draw closer to you.

Fucking shit. Cornered from all sides and a dead end behind you, there was nowhere for you to go but forward.

“So you think you can just run your mouth to any one here just ‘cause of who you use your little quirk on, huh?”

You look up, the guy in the middle, who also just happened to the biggest, looks down at you with a smirk.

“Yeah! Little bitch is getting too comfortable out here!” The one on the right laughs, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Where the guy in the middle looks at you with a cold anger, this guy is all but ready to beat your little ass.

You open your mouth before, god forbid, the third one joined in on the shit talk and intimidated you further. “Well at least I don’t try to harass girls who are out of my league into fucking me!”

Never let it be said that you don't know how to instantly set off a crowd, because the three of them after hearing you immediately lunge at you. You quickly dodge the eager guy’s hands and slip in between him and the middle guy and take off running as fast as you can. You’ve never been happier to be short and quick in your life.

You shoot out of the alley and back into another one where you know there is no dead end. All is going well until you trip and completely eat ass onto the concrete. Looking back to see what tripped you, all you see in the dark alley is an outline of...someone’s legs? Leaning against a wall is the silhouette of what looks like a guy sleeping with his legs sticking straight into the narrow walkway of the alley.

His eyes shoot open and he has the nerve to pin you the world’s most annoyed look.

“Oi, watch where you are going.”

Suddenly this whole situation is just too much. Somewhere from having to run for your life, tripping and ruining your dress, to knowing this guy totally was getting a show of your underwear right now and was scolding you instead of being grateful, made you snap.

You get up, grab him by the shirt and shake him. “Watch where I’m going?! Who the fuck sleeps in an alley with their damn legs sticking straight out! I’m running for my life here, I don’t have time for this shit!”

You hear three pairs of footsteps that are suddenly way too close. You were absolutely screwed. The alley man peels your fingers off his shirt, and pushes you off him. You being who you are, fall right back down on your ass. He then nods his head to the three asshole musketeers running up to you both.

“That who you’re running from?” He asks casually, getting up and popping his neck. You just glare what him, silently asking "What do you think?"

He just shrugs, and stretches his hand with his palm facing towards the men. Just as you sit there in disbelief thinking, what is he going to do, politely ask them to halt, blue flames burst from his hands lighting up the small alley. It also conveniently lights up your chasers. You look at the destruction before you, it was almost impossible to hear the three men scream over the roar of the fire.

“Your welcome by the way.”

Instantly your attention dives back to the two legged menace that tripped you in the first place. Now that you could see him in the light, you almost wish you could go back to only seeing his silhouette . He was a patchwork of burnt skin being held together by stables with messy dark hair on top of his head like a bow on the world’s ugliest present. You sit there in shock, this was the guy you just screamed at your tripping you. You looked to where the men chasing you were burning alive and swallow nervously. It was only now you noticed how hot the alley had gotten.

“Why so silent all the sudden? Cat got your tongue?” Patchwork smirk down at you and, wow did it not feel good being mocked by a guy who slept in alleys.

Quickly, you got up and pulled your torn dress down the best you could. “Oh, um, thanks for that I guess. You saved me a lot of running that’s for sure.”

Now he was just looking at you like you were stupid and if being made fun of by alley man didn’t feel good, this felt twice as bad. So maybe that wasn’t the best response, it’s not your fault you don’t know the proper protocol for thanking a guy for burning people alive for you. Looking him over once again, you couldn’t help but notice a red spot on his white shirt. You squinted at it, and then your face lit up. He was bleeding. This was perfect.

“Oh you are hurt!” You excitedly point to his wound. Now he was really staring at you like you were stupid. You quickly backtracked, holding up your hands. “I mean not good for you, but it's good for me because I can repay you for helping me with those assholes.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that? You some sort of nurse or something?”

You send him a grin, “Nope. I gotta healing quirk though,” you wiggle your fingers at him. “Free of charge this time, c’mon follow me and we can get this started and over with soon.” He just shrugs, and gestures for you to lead the way.

So you lead the little freak back to your apartment.

When you open the door, quickly ushering alley boy in, the place is a complete mess. Laundry on the floor, dishes piled up in your kitchen, not to mention all the dead flower petals everywhere. You wrinkle your nose, was your apartment really that dirty when you left?

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to just let a complete stranger in your apartment?” Patchwork guy says, wondering over from the doorway and messing with one of the bouquets on your kitchen counter.

You roll your eyes, “Please, worse people than you know where I live.” You walk into the living room and start shuffling laundry and trash around to make room for the both of you to sit on the floor. You weren’t letting him on your white sofa, as beat down as it was you were pretty proud of the lack of bloodstains on it.

Alley boy watches you, and quirks an eyebrow. “Are they the ones sending you all these flowers?”

“Ugh yes! What is this, fifty questions?” You turn around and face him, throwing your hands up. He was leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, watching you work. How annoying.

You throw yourself on the ground, looking at him you gesture for him to take a seat next to you. He stares at you for a couple of seconds before walking straight to your couch and sitting there. He then looks at your face of utter disbelief and laughs. You scowl, his laugh is even uglier than him, the jerk.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but that is a white sofa and you are actively making a mess,” You gesture to his bleeding side angrily.

“What kind of nurse makes their patient sit on the floor? That’s just horrible.” Patchwork shakes his head in mock disappointment. Honestly, the amount disrespect you were receiving in your own home was disgusting.

Groaning, you get up from the floor and plop down on the sofa next to him. Why was this guy so annoying? “First of all, I am not a nurse, I just have a healing quirk. Second of all, you are literally so rude and owe me a tub of bleach if your nasty blood gets on my couch.”

Grabbing the bouquet of flowers on your coffee table by the stems, you motion for him to lift his shirt, “And finally, third of all, let’s get this over with so you can get out of my house and I can go to sleep.”

He slowly peels his shirt back showing of a nasty stab wound on the left side of his abdomen, all while watching you for any sudden movements. You want to roll your eyes, like if you had the ability to kill him you would waste time giving him a house tour beforehand. You assess the wound, it wasn’t that big, but it was bleeding quite a bit and you couldn’t tell how deep it was. Kinda was giving you deja vu towards your own stab wound from yesterday. Either way, the amount of flowers you were holding should do the trick.

“Ok, so I’m going to have to touch you for this to work so don’t freak out or anything.”

Quickly before he could run his mouth, you placed your hand as close to the wound as possible without getting blood on you. You feel your eyebrows furrow as you concentrate on activating your quirk. Slowly the flowers start to decay and his skin from the inside out starts to knit back together. You look back up at him just to gauge how painful the knitting has, your quirk was cool but it did nothing for pain relief, just to find him calmly staring back down at you.

“So your like a leech, huh?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You totally owe me a new bouquet after this.” You grit out, focusing on forcing the energy from the flowers into healing his stupid wound.

He just hums, still staring at you, “Whatever happened to this being a favor, little leech?”

You quickly look back to the wound, not having anything to say and suddenly feeling weird about sitting so close to him on your sofa. The floor really would have been better for this. It was silent in your little apartment as the wound finished healing.

It doesn’t heal completely, once your bouquet of flowers is out of juice there is still a pink scar left behind. For some people you’d never let them walk out like that but a little scar was the least of this guys problems. Also he has been annoying since you tripped over him so really it is his own fault that he isn’t receiving world class service.

You toss the now dead and rotted flowers back into the vase sitting on your coffee table and give Alley boy’s stomach a pat. “‘Kay, all done, get out of my apartment.”

He pulls his shirt back down, stands up from your couch and makes a show of dusting himself off. Like you couch had been filthy to sit on or something. You huff out loud and cross your arms at him. Ugh so rude!

As he makes his way to your front door, he pauses. Back still facing you he looks over his shoulder at you.

“Oh and by the way, aren’t you a little too old to be wearing All Might underwear?”

Instantly your face gets red and you can hear him laughing mockingly at you on his way out.

If you could just die on the spot, you would.

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There was a lot you could tell about a person from looking at their hands. As you hold both of her calloused and wrinkled hands, it was completely clear to you that Ito Tanaka has worked hard her entire life. Her hands were big and only frail with age, you could only imagine what they had been at her prime. Without your constant healing the delicate joints in her fingers would be severely deformed, preventing her from even being able to work as she still does. Your constant battle against her immune system and the inflammation keeps the cartilage destruction at bay and she is able to live her life relatively unburdened from her disease.

As thank you, Tanaka lets you reside in her apartment complex no charge. She was a sweet older lady, one who used to work on hero uniforms back in her prime. You had asked her once, how she went from designing hero costumes to running her little hole in the wall apartment complex. Her answer had been simple.

“I used to be the best in the game,” She said, “Before they started with all that fancy support item nonsense.” She grumbled a bit more about how support items made heroes lazy before also stating,

“When things started to get out of my league, I retired and went to go help my parent's run this ole’ place.” She smiled fondly and patted the wall next to her stool as you worked on healing her other hand.

The question stumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “Were you mad? To have to go back to your parents for help?”

Tanaka just smiles at you, her face soft has she places her one healed hand on top of yours. “No, it’s always nice to be able to go back home.”

She was looking at you with an unfamiliar kindness her eyes and suddenly your throat was dry. Why was it hard to look her in the eyes?

Ito Tanaka worked hard but as hard as she worked, her beloved apartment complex still was located on the bad part of town. Windows constantly were being busted and the other people renting out the rooms constantly were making trouble for her. Things always either going missing or coming up broken beyond repair. The flower bed by the front door of the complex was always getting torn up, whether it be on purpose or mistake. You tried to help her as much as you could but most days it was a losing battle.  

You knew it had to be hard for her because for all the love and work she put into this place, there was no denying it was a complete dump. 

“Alright, all done! How do they feel?” You pull your hand away and get up to throw away the now dead houseplant you had brought from your apartment.

Unfortunately, after the week you’ve had you were officially out of flowers.

Tanaka wiggles her fingers a bit before smiling and reaching over to pat you on the cheek. “They feel good as new dear, thank you very much.” 

You felt like you could cry because wow, the assholes you’ve been taking care of never even thank you. They bully your underwear choices now or just leave without saying anything. 

“I was planning on doing some shopping today, did you need me to grab anything for you while I’m out?” 

She ponders for a moment, tapping her finger to her chin. “The flowers out front are looking a little sad again-” 

You hold up your hands, “Hey, no more explanation needed, I’ll stop by the flower shop.”

 Of course, as soon as you walked out the door trouble was waiting for you right outside. Leaning against one of the walls of the apartment was Akio, a guy who was as helpful as he was annoying. His eyes light up as he sees you walk out, and he puts his cigarette out on the wall making you frown. He was already being rude, great. 

“Why’d you put out your cigarette? You barely even smoked it.”

“Cause I knew ya was going to try and bum off me, rather waste it honestly.” He drops it so it lands in one of the torn-up flower beds and smirks at you. You don’t even bother holding back your glare as you squat down to grab it. 

“Littering is crime you know, jerk.” You grumble out. Not that it really matters because Aiko is ignoring you in favor of checking his phone. 

“Heard ya had a busy week.” By far the most annoying part of Aiko is how he doesn't even bother to look up from his phone when talking to you. Being the weasel he is, he’s in everyone’s business which makes it almost impossible for him to focus on one thing entirely. 

“Ugh, every week is busy, can we walk and talk? I have stuff to do today.”

“Fine by me, just as long as ya don’t mind the back roads.” 

That instantly gave you a headache. So whatever Aiko wants to run his mouth to you about, he doesn’t want to do it in front of the general public. Never a good sign. 

You follow him through an alley and wait for him to start talking. He messes with his phone a bit more before finally speaking up. 

“Should start being more careful of who ya do business with. Things around here are starting to get shaken up.”

You stumble at little, shocked. Out of all the things you were expecting form Aiko, it sure as hell wasn’t a safety warning. You glance at him and he isn’t even staring at his phone. Just looking ahead with a serious look on his face. 

“What are you even talking about?”

Aiko looks at you and his serious face breaks into a grin. “Ya seriously don’t know anything do ya?”  

You shake your head in confirmation. His mood swing isn’t surprising though. If there is one thing Aiko likes to do, it’s gossip and run his mouth. He gets some sick pleasure from being the one to break bad news to people. Aiko was seriously one of the most irritating people in the world. 

“What I’m sayin’ is, all these little groups are forming. Things ain’t what they use to be, ‘bunch of drugs roaming around to. They got these shots that make yer quirk hella strong-” 

You roll your eyes at him. “That crap’s been around forever, even I know about that.”

Aiko looks at you excited, like you’ve said exactly what he wanted to hear. He grins wider and looks like a stupid rat.

“But what they also got now, is one that’ll make yer quirk disappear.”

You stopped walking, Aiko takes a couple more steps forward before he notices and stops himself. A drug that can make your quirk disappear? What the hell? There was no way. Just as you are about to open your mouth and accuse Aiko of pulling your leg, he beats you to the point.  

“Think I’m lyin’? Ya already know I wouldn’t come out here and waste my time lyin’.”

It was true, Aiko never came to visit you just for your company. Besides the fact that no one did that, Aiko was a little demon and only showed up when he needed something from you. He starts walking again and you have to speed walk to catch up with him. 

“Just tryin’ to give out a little warning. Yer too reckless, mess with the wrong person and yer quirk might pay the price. Then I’d pay the price ‘cause there would be nobody to fix my lungs.”

“Yeah, well, you deserve COPD. Wouldn’t be able to run your mouth so much that way.”

Just like that Aiko is back on his phone. The conversation with you clearly wasn’t interesting enough to hold his attention anymore. “Just tryin’ to help ya out kid.”  

You both finally reach the end of your little alley trip. Aiko doesn’t say anything else to you, just shoots you an ugly smile before disappearing into the crowd.

That guy, you shake your head. Of course, he would come and ruin your whole day and walk off like nothing happened. Worse of all, he didn’t even let you have a smoke.  

By the time you finally got home, you were exhausted. All day the only thing you could think about is what Aiko said. Should you start being more careful? How would you even start though? You already have a reputation around here and people just show up at your door at this point. Most people even know by now to bring their own flowers. What are you supposed to do? Turn them away and say “sorry, healing is only for the VIP now”? Like that would even go over well, you’d get your ass kicked.

You drop off the flowers you picked out for Tanaka at the front desk and drag yourself upstairs. You’re tired and aren’t really paying attention to anything by the time you get to your front door. That is until you almost accidentally knock something over.

Looking down at your feet, there was a small plastic cup filled with weeds. You frown and pick it up to inspect it. Written on the cup in the nicest handwriting you’ve ever seen was, “From Dabi” . You stare at the cup of weeds for a couple minutes with your mouth open before it clicks. 

Fucking alley boy. What an absolute ass! When you said he owed you a new bouquet you didn’t mean pick out weeds from the yard of the abandoned house across the street! You storm inside and throw the cup straight into the trash.  

What a fucking day.

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So there you were, working on Tanaka’s flower beds and having a perfectly nice and peaceful Sunday. The sun was shining on your back as you squatted weeding out the flower beds. Your progress has been good, you just finished the left side and were making a good dent in the right. You hummed quietly to yourself as you plucked another weed from the soil and tossed it into the trash bag next to you.

“Well, look who is hard at work on a Sunday.”

The voice scares you and you jump, whirling around to see whoever just snuck up on you. Your shocked to find Dabi slouching there, his hands in his pockets like he had no cares in the world. You squint at him for a couple of seconds, looking for any obvious injuries but find nothing. This throws for you loop, why else would he show up again? With your luck he was probably just here to waste your time like everyone else in your life lately.

“Oh. It’s just you.” You say, turning around to continue with the weed picking.

He grabs your shoulder before you can turn around completely. “Now, now, is that any way to treat a guy who handpicked a bouquet for you.” He stares you in the eyes, an ugly little smirk on his face. Probably is thinking he’s the funniest guy in Japan.

You look back at him, unimpressed.

“Ok, first of all, you and me both know that those were just weeds you picked across the street. Second of all, there is literally nothing wrong with you. And finally, third of all, you can let go of my shoulder now thank you.”

Sadly, Dabi doesn’t let go of your shoulder, instead he just squeezes it and brings his other hand forward.

“Actually, I am hurt,” He shoves his hand in your face, leaving just enough room so he’s barely not touching you. “What kind of healer are you? You can’t even tell when someone’s injured.”

His hand is so close to your face, you feel like your going cross eyed looking at it. You look over his hand about three times before you see it. He had the absolute smallest cut on his palm. Your eyebrow twitches and you take a deep breath through your nose.

Pushing his hand away from your face, you give him a dirty look. “Dude, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Far from it, now how about we take this inside?” His hand moves from your shoulder to the middle of your back and he pushes you forward. For the first time you stop and think about what Aiko’s words from a week ago. Was it really a good idea to let Dabi in your home?

Not that it really mattered what you wanted, he was all put pushing your forward with his dumb hand.

“Get off me,” You shrug his hand off, “I can fucking walk, geez.” He has nothing smart to say, just motions for you to lead the way.

You lead him to your room and start to feel nervous. You really didn’t know much about the guy besides he was an asshole. He didn’t seem like a low time criminal like your typical visitors. Not to mention your first interaction he burned three people alive in front of you like it was nothing. It’s not like you were unfamiliar crime and death but the clinical efficiency of his actions that night bothered you the more you thought about it. There had been no struggle or anything, it didn’t feel right for murder to be that easy. That and his overall look with the scars and piercings just didn’t give off good vibes.

The both of you finally reach the door and you lay a hand on the doorknob before hesitating. Was this really a good idea?

Apparently you hesitate for a bit too long because Dabi pipes up behind you. “You forget how to use a fucking doorknob or something?”

The statement really just hammers it in that it is too late for you to really do anything. It was your own fault for leading Dabi into your apartment that night and if he decided to keep coming back to agonize you, well, there was really nothing that could be done about it. You fell head first into this situation, literally.

You open the door, and gesture for him to walk in the first. “Precious patient’s first.”

He just brushes past you, “I see this place is still a dump.”

The worst part was that it really was. You couldn’t find the energy to clean most days, it’s not like anyone else who visited gave a shit if you had dirty laundry on your floor or old take out on the counters. He wonders around a bit more, taking in your small apartment and wasting your time. Eventually he settled himself down on your pristine white couch, the only well taken care of item in your apartment. You watch as he stretches out completely, bringing up his feet (with his dirty shoes still on) on the couch. You just stare at them, not noticing him watching your expression with a smirk. You wanted to knock his green bean legs off your couch.

Unfortunately, it really wasn’t worth possibly being burned over.

You pluck off a single petal from a flower laying on a counter and walked over to him. You cross your arms and stare down at him.

“You are literally taking up the whole couch, how do you expect me to help you?”

His eyes are closed as he casually points towards the floor. You stand there, jaw slacked in disbelief. He expected you to get down on the floor to heal his scratch while he laid there like a king? This had to be some sort of joke.

“I am not sitting on the floor. That is where I draw the line.”

You ended up sitting on the floor with your legs crossed. You were completely done with the whole situation as you held the one petal in one hand and Dabi’s hand in your other. He was still laying on the couch like he owned the place, watching you as you started to work. Thankfully it was just a scratch and it would take only a minute.

“Healing anyone that shows up at your doorstep is awfully hero-like don’t you think, little leech.”

Oh god, he wanted to talk.

You scoff at his words though, “I can tell you right now I’m no hero. I don’t do this out of the goodness of my heart ya’ know, you get all the hoodlums in the neighborhood on your side and they leave you alone.”

It was true, nobody messed with the one person in the area who would patch them up for free and no questions asked. It really had nothing to do with helping people, you only did what you did because it helped yourself.

“You think heroes only act for the sake of others?”

You scrunch your nose up at him. What was he deal anyway? Did he seriously come all this way to talk hero politics with you?

“Why do you even care what I think about heroes?”

“Just answer the damn question.”

You make the mistake of looking into his eyes and get pinned with an intense stare. Peering into his turquoise eyes it was clear that the question he asked held some sort of weight that you just didn’t understand. You focus on your dumb face reflected in his eyes, unsure of what to say. You got the feeling he was expecting something in your answer and hated not knowing what that something was.

“I mean..I..” You stumble over your words a bit, “I think that heroes should be selfless.”

Dabi leans forward at that and a glint enters his eyes. Clearly he gleaned something from your answer.

“Heroes should be selfless, not heroes are selfless.” He relaxes back into the couch with a smirk creeping up on his face. Geez, that smirk was starting to get a bit too familiar.

“Hm, Interesting. You can let go of my hand now.”

Your face instantly gets red. His hand had been healed for a while now but you were too distracted by the conversation to let go. Why didn’t the little creep say something ten minutes ago?

“I wouldn’t be holding your hand still if you didn’t distract me with stupid questions!” You jerk your hand away from his like he was a diseased animal. Which from looking at him that probably wasn’t far from the truth.

He made a show of wiping his hands off on his pants, “Geez, and you were holding my hand for so long that their all sweaty now. Gross.”

Oh, so he was just going to ignore what you said and the fact that this was his own fault. Fun. Also he was the one with a fire quirk, if anything the little freak got your hands sweaty.

“You ought to be more grateful, sweaty hands is a small price to pay to be saved from such a life threatening injury.” You shoot him the dirtiest look possible. Your words and dirty looks were all for naught though because Dabi clearly felt no shame and was still sitting on your couch like he owned the place.

“My hero,” Dabi says as he pushes you over with his foot while you try to get up from sitting. Before you can open your mouth to bitch at him, he’s already getting up and heading towards the door.

“As much fun as this is, I have other things to do today. See ya’ around.”

With that the demon is gone. You don’t get up from where you lay on the ground as you mentally review the whole interaction. Dabi was a complete ass and a freaking weirdo but clearly was here with a purpose. Did he show up just to test if you’d really freely heal him? You could see where he might be thinking that night was a one time deal, with the circumstances and you had owed him a debt for getting rid of the guys on your tail.

Although that line of thought didn’t make much sense. He already knew exactly where you lived and could just barge in here and force you heal whatever ailment he had. You could argue that maybe he wasn’t that type of guy but anyone who could burn someone alive and not feel anything probably could care less about breaking and entering. Plus, he kind of did show up and force you to heal him without even asking.

The whole interaction was annoying and uncomfortable but the only time things seemed to get serious was when heroes got brought up. It was a sore topic for you and was beginning to be a sore topic for other people these days too after All Might’s retirement. Public opinion on heroes was changing. Years of faith in heroes in general was beginning to wane even just the slightest. Although you’ve held complicated opinions on heroes in general for years, you don’t know why your thoughts would hold any value to Dabi.

None of it made sense to you and it was beginning to give you a headache. As much as you wanted to linger on it, you really did have things to do. You walk back outside to continue working on Tanaka’s flower beds, this time without any distractions.

It didn’t click until later that night that Dabi’s “See ya’ around,” meant that it was highly likely that he was going to keep coming around.

Damn.

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You stare at the post it note stuck to your front door and feel sick. You have to read it a couple times before the message really clicks in your head. Written in messy letters was a short message.

Meet us in the warehouse at five

Damn it. You knew exactly whose handwriting that was. 

You pluck the note off your door and crumple it  up in your fist. It was just your luck that this would happen. 

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. 

You couldn’t come up with anything else to think as you stood in front of your door with the note feeling heavy in your hand. This really fucking sucked. 

Eventually you wise up and get through your door before one of your neighbors see you. The last thing you need is one of them being annoying asking for a favor or even worse being nosy. It’s not like anyone would offer their help after hearing the situation your in. 

You unfold the sticky note in your hand to look at the writing again, hoping at second glance the handwriting wouldn’t look so familiar. Unfortunately, on second glance the note was still obviously written by Smasher. 

Smasher was a real bitch who you happened to help after a street brawl one night and ever since she’s tried her best to keep you at her beck and call. Which is actually working pretty well because you usually do what she says to avoid getting your ass kicked. She’s the only person who makes you come to them for a patch job. Everyone else is much less needy and fine with your doorstep.

Get into crime and have your own little gang and suddenly you are too good for all that apparently. 

The problem here wasn’t that Smasher wanted to meet up with you, the problem was the “us” and the “warehouse” part. Warehouse was just a fancy term for their beat down place and her referring that multiple people were going to be there didn’t bode well for you. What you did to deserve the warehouse treatment you weren’t really sure.

Your clock reads a hateful time of 4:30 pm and you are left with a decision to make. You options were to either show up and get your ass kicked or not show up and force them to come to you and get beat up in the comfort of your own home. You only ponder your choices for a second before stepping outside once again. With people like Smasher, it was better to just what they wanted anyways. You could just deal with the damage afterwards like usual. 

The warehouse was a misleading name for the little run down building your ass beating was going to be delivered in.. All the windows were busted and there were crude drawings all over the wall. Someone had spray painted a red fist on the wall. Smasher’s own little gang sign, cute. Although, not very original, but what can you expect from the person’s whose alias is smasher. 

You’d been waiting outside for a while now, arriving ten minutes early and all. People could say what they want about you but being late was not your style even if it was to your own pummeling. 

Hearing footsteps approaching, the only thing you could think of was ‘finally’. The sooner you could get this over with and be on your way the better. Smasher walks towards you, her face all business while a short serious looking man follows behind her. The third person in the ‘beat my ass line up’ however shocks you. Following after Smasher and the short guy is no other than Aiko who is wearing his typical shit eating grin while typing on his phone. Ugh. Of course he has to be here, with his phone too, probably is planning on Instagram living it.

“Well, yer here early aren’t ya?” Aiko says, looking up at his phone long enough notice you were standing there.

You open your mouth to snap at him but don’t quite get the chance before Smasher interrupts you. “We’re not starting this now, get inside.” She snaps and both of you mutually decide to put a hold on your bullshit.

Walking inside the building there really was nothing to see, just open space and stains you rather not look too closely at.  

Smasher doesn’t waste any time once everyone is inside, “Heard you’ve been up to some shit I don’t like.”

You wrinkle your nose. What’s it matter to her what you do on your own time? 

“Like what?” As long was you were around still to heal then she could get her big nose out of your business. 

Smash suddenly is way too close to you, leaning into your face she gives you a cold look. 

“Like fucking around with the league, getting cozy with one of their members enough for them to do your dirty work for you.”

Wait.

What?

Your mouth drops open, and you can’t even begin to explain the real situation. Smasher takes you silence as an omission of guilt and keeps going.

“One of mine saw what happened that night at the bar, you provoked those guys and lead them to that fire quirk user and had him burn them alive. Then took him back to your apartment. Not only that but he up showed again, no wounds in sight. So tell me, what are you doing conspiring with the league?”

You honestly were speechless. You look into Smasher’s eyes, practically begging her to say sike. She was being dead serious though. Oh my god, you literally were about to get the shit beat out of you for tripping over some dumbasses legs. What a life.

“Wait--thats not even..” You try and stumble out some sort of explanation but she is not having any of it. 

She grabbed you by the front of your shirt so you couldn’t escape and jerks her head to the short guy.

“Immobilize her and lets get this damn thing over with.”

Short walks over to you and jerks your arms behind your back forcefully, already you are having to fight back from crying out. His eyes flash briefly and suddenly your wrist are bound together by some sort of glowing purple band. 

Smasher shoves you down to your knees and you close your eyes. You didn’t want to see the first punch coming. The first one was always the worst.

Pain explodes from your face as her first fist lands and it feels like you’ve been hit by a ton of bricks. This of course is because with Smasher’s lovely quirk in action, you have been. She was able to increase the weight of her body by tons, making her punches and kicks the worst thing ever. It also explains her alias which much like her little gang sign is very unoriginal.  

You are distracting yourself with the thought of how dumb and uncreative she is when her second hit lands and breaks your nose. You hear screaming as your body falls over and hits the floor, arms still firmly behind your back. It takes a while as you work through the pain to realize the annoying bitch screaming is you. You wonderful audience of two is completely silent. 

 

This goes on for a while with Smasher increase the weight behind her attacks each time and you trying your best to pretend you anywhere but here. Eventually she stops, breathing heavy. On the ground withering like a worm, you are also breathing heavy. Different reasons of course, she just had a workout and you had a couple broken ribs and a fucked up nose but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. 

Smasher takes a moment to get a hold of her breathing before she opens her mouth.

“You think you can walk around doing whatever you want with who because you have a healing quirk? Well big fucking deal,” She spits on you as you lay there in misery. 

“I think you’ve let that little quirk gone to your head. Nothing I do to you even matters if you can just run home and heal it all does it?” She steps away from you and walks over to short guy. Damn would it be nice to know this guys name. 

He hands her some sort of syringe.

Aiko has his phone in his pocket.

Neither of these things were good signs.

“Let’s see how you feel about things without your quirk immediately fixing everything bitch.” She laughs as she jerks you forward, stabbing the needle into your upper arm. It at the moment where the pain catches up to you and dots spot your vision.

The last thing you feel before you pass out is the needle piercing your skin. 

When you wake up, Smasher and the other guy are gone. The only one left is Aiko who is leaning over you smoking a cigarette.                   

“I tried to warn ya.” He says has the ash from his cigarette falls onto your bruised cheek. The burning feels like nothing compared to everything else. 

You couldn’t even respond to him if you wanted to, all you could do was think about the pain.

“Bet ya could really use a cigarette now, huh?” He asks, the beginning of an ugly smile creeping on his face, “too bad this is my last one.” He laughs, loud and cruel as he puts out his cigarette on your forehead. Not even half smoked, the asshole. The only thing you could do was lay there, white hot pain flashing through you until eventually you passed out again.  

When you wake up again your all alone but still feel like absolute shit. Your nose was broken, your arms ached, and it hurt to breathe. You catch your reflection in a shard of broken glass and see you have a pair for beautiful black eyes amongst the bruises on your face. Truly Smasher’s best work yet. 

You slowly get up and keep moving until you find yourself outside where you then proceed to lay yourself face first into the patch of weeds in front of the warehouse. You close your eyes and wait for your quirk to kick in and take away the pain.

You lay there for a few moments before you realize nothing is happening. Then you remember.

Fuck. ” You whisper into the dirt suddenly hyper aware of the pain. You lay there, struggling to breath and feel your bruised eyes getting wet. 

“This really sucks ass.”

What the hell are you going to do now. Without your quirk you were nothing. All those people who come knocking at your door regularly weren’t going to like this, you could see more ass beatings in your future already. Not to mention Tanaka…

What good were you to her if you couldn’t heal her joints? You’d be nothing more than a freeloader. The poor old woman wouldn’t have the heart to just throw you out like anyone else. How the hell were you even going to tell her. 

You lay there for a long time thinking about everything until your head hurt like the rest of your body. Eventually you get up and go on your way, although very slowly. If your quirk couldn’t make your pain go away, you would just have to settle for the next best thing.

That's how you find yourself in some shitty bar a little ways away from the warehouse, the other patrons going out of their way to ignore you as you sip on a drink way too strong. The bartender took one look at you and either assumed you were some sort of hard ass or that you needed to be distracted from the pain. You were leaning more towards the second one but it didn’t matter because whatever he was giving you was getting the job done.

You just kept drinking because the moment you paused all that filled your mind were thoughts about what the hell were you going to do now and pain, pain, pain . You looked absolutely fucked up and were beginning to feel that way too.

Your finishing up one of many drinks when someone sits next to you at the bar. Which was super annoying because there were plenty of open seats that weren’t right exactly night to you. Absolutely not in the mood, you open your mouth to tell whoever it is off before stopping yourself. Speaking your mind and telling people off was a lot easier when you could fix any damage they did to you immediately afterwards.

Instead you have to settle for just turning around and giving whoever it was a dirty look. It almost feels like a cruel joke when you see who has settled into the stool next to you. 

You groan, taking in Dabi’s smug little face. This really was the grand finale of the worst day of your life. 

Wow, ” He even lets out an annoying little whistle, “You look worse than even me.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far asshole.”  You spit out, turning all the way so your back is facing him. Meaning you weren’t facing the bar or bartender at all either. You actually looked really dumb, sitting the wrong way and facing the wall.

Dabi apparently thinks this too, because you hear his nasty little snicker behind you. 

“What’s wrong, don’t wanna talk to me?”

You just glare at the wall and ignore him.

“Weelll, that’s just too bad. Maybe I was going to offer to take care of whoever did that to you in exchange for something.” 

That breaks something in you. You twist around and lean into his space.

“I can’t help you! I can’t help ANYONE!” By the time you finish your sentence your yelling in his face and can’t stop the tears from rolling down your face anymore. You jump up from your stool and rush towards an exit. 

You exit the bar from a side door, which was perfect because it leads into an empty alley. You lean against the wall of the bar and just close your eyes. Nothing was holding back your tears anymore. You weren’t sure what in the end had been your breaking point. Probably a combination of Dabi showing up and the fact your drinks were catching up with you. 

You were only outside for a couple of moments before you hear the bar door open. You don’t even bother opening your eyes, somewhere in your mind hoping that if you just stayed still enough Dabi would just wander back into whatever hole he crawled out of. 

This of course isn’t what happens. You hear footsteps and then feel Dabi’s shoulder brushing against you as he leans next to you on the wall. He fumbles around in his pocket for a moment before he stops. A second later you smell the wonderful scent of cigarette smoke. Your eyes snap open and you jerk your head towards him.

Sure enough there he is next to you, staring off into space smoking a cigarette. You stare at the stick, wondering if it was worth it to open your mouth and ask for one. Your nose twitched and you could fill the familiar itch of want fill your brain. And damn, out of all days you really deserved a dose of nicotine today. 

You clear your throat and Dabi’s eyes snap over to you. You nod your head towards his mouth.

“Care to loan me one of those, I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve had a shit day.” 

“A smoker are we? Tsk, Tsk. Don’t you know that's bad for you?” He says, taking a long drag and exhaling before passing you the lit cigarette. 

You snatch it from his hands greedily, and take a nice long inhale. You hold it for a couple seconds before exhaling. Your already are starting to feel calmer. You wipe your eyes, they are practically swollen shut at this point. 

Dabi brings his arms up behind his head. “Damn, I was going to say ‘hope ya don’t mind the spit’ but clearly you don’t care.”

“Please, I’ve shared with worse people.”

This makes you think about Aiko and him burning your forehead. That asshole. It’s not like you ever considered him a friend but you thought that the two of you were at least on good terms. Apparently not. 

You both sit there in silence as you smoke.

Eventually though, the cigarette is gone and crushed under your heel. Sadly without it you feel the need to open your mouth.

“I’m no use to you now, you know.”

Dabi, who looks as comfortable as can be with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, just hums in response. “And why is that?”

“The assholes who beat me up went and did away with my quirk too.” 

He opens his eyes at that. Staring down at you, he raises an eyebrow.

“How exactly did they do that?”

You frown at him. Why did he need the details? What was he, your therapist? The truth spills out of you regardless because honestly, you did not have anyone else to talk too. You didn’t want to bother sweet old Tanaka with your stupid gang problems. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say to Tanaka about any of this. 

Dabi however, isn’t the least bit concerned when you tell him about the drug they injected into you, instead he just laughs. Which of course just makes you mad. How dare he laugh? You’re whole life was in freaking shambles!

You jab his side with your elbow, “It’s not funny you asshole!”

Dabi just shakes his head, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. Ugh.

“Whoever did this to you, they don’t have their facts straight. That drug wears off in a couple hours.”

He looks at you and starts laughing again, he face twists grotesquely as his stables work to adjust with the movement. Stupid ugly ass. 

“You’ve been at this bar drinking when you probably could have healed yourself already. How pathetic.” 

You stare at him, mouth open. Was what he was saying true? If so… Relief hits you like a ton of bricks. You could feel tears forming again, but this time your quick to wipe them from your eyes.

“What a stupid face..though it looks like you can still help me little leech. Which is perfect because you owe me still for the cigarette.”

Without saying anything, he reaches into your jacket’s pocket where the outline of your phone can clearly be seen. Pulling it out, he faces it for you to unlock. You do, too tired to argue with the freak. How hard was it for him to just tell you his number for you to type in yourself. 

He types for a little bit before tossing your phone back at you and leaving. Not even bothering to say goodbye. Guess the therapy session was over. It was too bad that he was clearly going to contact you again.

You linger around outside of the bar before leaving too. If no one was going to come get you to pay then that was their problem, you had shit to do. Which of course only involved finding a patch of grass somewhere so you didn’t come home looking Dabi levels of fucked up.