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Dabi has met Bakugou a few times. A real spitfire kid. Although 'a few times' is a bit of an understatement. Well, it’s a lot of an understatement. The boy's number sits in his phone after all.
Fine, they hang out, when Bakugou was hiding from his family and Dabi has nothing better to do. He hasn’t seen him since he started high school, though. He knew the kid was aiming for U.A. and knew that he'd get in. So it's no surprise really, to see him fight during the Festival. Just like seeing Shouto isn't that unbelievable either. Dabi's sure he would've gone to U.A as well, had he stayed in that house long enough.
Bakugou winning isn't surprising either. The chains, however, are. He's in the middle of a crowd, frowning as he tries to process what the screen is displaying to the public. They chained a fucking student up, heavy metal clanking loudly with each struggle, muzzled him with a medal that he doesn’t want and don’t see a problem with it?
Dabi watches as Bakugou’s eyes plead with All Might but the hero turns his back to him, addressing the other students. Sure, Bakugou was scowling the whole time, and screaming through clenched teeth, but it's easy to see how scared he is. How embarrassed and downright distressed.
Dabi's so caught up by the fucking display he doesn’t even process that Shouto is in second place until later. And the crowd around him, people pausing their busy lives to stand in the middle of a street and watch children fight each other and break their fucking arms to prove a point, cheers, as if this is fitting behaviour for heroes, for teachers.
Dabi doesn't call Bakugou. Doesn't text. He knows the last thing he needs is to be coddled. If he wants to talk about it, he has Dabi's number.
The fact that he hasn't been contacted doesn't stop him from creeping closer to his house, barely any effort to hide his presence when he walks up and down the street.
He knows Bakugou knows he's there, there's no way he doesn't. Still, the boy doesn't approach him. Not for a couple days.
Then he just plops himself next to Dabi, where he sits on the sidewalk, legs out in the road and forcing cars to drive around them. He sits next to Dabi like it's acceptable for him to be there, stalking the house of a minor and pissing off neighbours that aren't his own.
He takes in a deep breath, letting it go with an exhaled, ‘Hi’. Bakugou was always the louder between the two. And it’s not like his throat could support yelling without causing further damage anyways. The boy grunts, joining Dabi in his mindless throwing of pebbles.
“That was a pretty shitty win.” He ventures, and he means the bondage, but Bakugou assumes he’s talking about something else.
“That’s what I’ve been saying. That fucking asshole gave up, it doesn’t count. It wasn’t a proper fight. I didn’t win. And nobody is fucking listening. They just think I’m whining and should be grateful.” He ignores what Bakugou is implying about Shouto, doesn’t care that much about it in the first place.
“Well, you are whining right now.”
“Fuck off.” Bakugou grunts, elbowing him playfully. Well he elbows him uncomfortably hard, to be honest, but Dabi’s nerves are more or less dead, so it only serves to rock him to the side a bit.
“They shouldn’t have chained you up. That was fucked up.” Bakugou hums, glaring pointedly at a weed on the other road. Dabi doesn’t expect him to answer. It’s a statement is all, a reassurance. He’s familiar enough with the gaslighting habit the kid’s mother has, with the way society is no doubt spinning this into a tale of Bakugou being unruly instead of the heroes being out of line, to know that assuring Bakugou that he isn’t crazy is the best way to go.
“What are you doing these days?” The young hero calls. Dabi shrugs. He’s not doing much honestly. A few jobs here and there from Giran to make sure he has enough for rent and what not, but it’s not like it used to be. He has enough saved up to be able to lay low now, for longer. He says as much.
“How much do those jobs pay you?”
“Nothing compared to what your paycheck is gonna look like when you’re the Number one Hero.”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You’ll be my sugar daddy when that happens right? Buy me Starbucks in exchange for a handjob or some shit.”
“Fuck you. Think I’ll have time for your skinny ass?”
“I would hope so. I can’t lose my top investor. This body ain’t what it used to be, I’m drying up like the desert.” Dabi bemoaned, cracking his hip just to further his point.
“Fuck off, old man. If anything you should be funding me.”
“For what? You don’t do shit for me.”
“I don’t rat your ass out to the police.” Which was a fair enough point, except for the fact that Bakugou didn’t actually know if what Dabi did was illegal. Just guessed. He was right, but he didn’t know that.
“Hardy har har. If you ratted me out, who'd keep you humble?”
“You don’t need to be humble when you’re the shit.”
“More like a shit.”
“Bite me, you fucking asshole.”
“You better wash your damn mouth before you let it near my dick.”
“Nobody wants to be near your shrivelled up, wrinkly, dry fucking cock.”
“Are you proud of yourself for that one?”
“Yes. Yes I am.” There was a smug smile, replacing Bakugou’s usual scowl. Dabi leaned back, satisfied with their banter, laying down on the pavement. He looked at Bakugou through the corner of his eye, winking when he saw him staring and revelling in the blush it caused.
“Asshole.” But it was fond, the upward tilt of a lip accompanying it. Dabi returned it with the curl of his own lips.
-
He doesn't see Bakugou for a while after that. He's a bit busy with the whole villainy thing, and it's not like the Hero course is easy. Plus, the League is making quite a name for itself, and Dabi knows without a doubt that his name and face will be broadcasted soon enough.
He doesn't know if he can trust Bakugou should that happen. It's better for both of them, if he keeps his distance for now. That way, he can avoid roping Bakugou into this, and avoid getting ratted out.
Well that was the plan at least. Dabi wasn't expecting his first job to be targeting U.A. and more specifically, Bakugou. Just his luck really. He should've guessed, with the way trouble seems to follow the kid.
He sticks to the plan he himself created, even if his new acquaintances seem eager to abandon it. It works out in the end, he guesses. The small fry are picked off and Dabi gets Bakugou, a hand around his neck and a whisper in his ear to keep him calm. He's not sure what Shigaraki wants with the brat, but he knows should he be put in danger Dabi isn't going to hesitate to fight his new boss.
Turns out he'd just wanted to lecture the kid, in an effort to recruit him. Dabi knows it's useless. He knows Bakugou, knows his tenacity and stubbornness. Knows that nothing is going to get in the way of him and his goals, not even his own emotions.
He knows for a fact the moment they untie him he's going to punch Dabi in the face, so he backs away and hands it off to someone else. The last thing he needs right now is the annoyance of loose staples. The brat isn't mouthing off about their familiarity at least, he's smarter than that, but Dabi knows he's not gonna hear the end of it when this is all done.
He doesn't fight too hard when the heroes come, doesn't get much of a chance to after he's knocked unconscious. As nice as it would be to have Bakugou alongside him, he knows it's never going to happen. Not like this. He goes back to his apartment, once the league is all accounted for, and isn't too surprised to see Bakugou on his couch.
"Thought they'd be keeping a close eye on you after all that."
"Unlike you I know how to lock a door." He rolls his eyes, ignoring the point Bakugou has.
"Alright. Lay it on me." He encouraged, voice tinged with exhaustion. What a shit show.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Let's put aside the fact you kidnapped me for a second, you're fucking around with villains now?"
"Just trying out something new. If it doesn't work out I'll drop it."
"Well, drop it. You do this, really do this, and we're enemies. They know your face, hard not to, but not your real name. You can come back from this."
"Awe, you care about me."
"I'm not fucking around, Dabi. You're drawing a line in the sand and we're gonna be on opposite ends of it. I can't continue to ignore you if you do."
"I know. But I got to do this. It's important."
"What's so fucking important about beating kids?"
"Tsk. That's not my agenda. I'm using the league for a bigger picture. Bigger than you, bigger than me. Hero society is flawed, and the only way to show that is to bring it down."
"Yeah I was listening to your friend's lecture. I don’t think you realised that I'm part of the fucking hero society. Don't do this. Don't make me have to choose, because your know my answer."
"It's not much of a choice then, is it? This doesn't have to change anything."
"Yes it fucking does, you're just being ignorant. You can't have both, Dabi. Get your fucking priorities straight then talk to me." Bakugou hissed, moving past Dabi to leave. Dabi grabbed his arm, fingers wrapped around his wrist and tugged, pulling him to a stop.
"Stay the night." He asks, though the plea behind it was loud in his quiet apartment. Bakugou looks at him, gaze calculating and angry, always so angry.
"No. They're keeping a close eye on me, remember?" He tugs his arm out of Dabi's loose grip, turning and leaving Dabi to sulk in his doorway. He should've seen that one coming, honestly.
It's an ultimatum, clear as day, though more is on the table than he let on. Revenge or freedom? Bakugou or himself?
Dabi's selfish, and he knows he is. He was selfish when he abandoned his siblings, when he shifted all the blame of what happened to him onto his parents. He's tempted to be selfish here, to clean up the space he's made for himself in Bakugou's corner and leave the boy on his own again.
He already hates himself, what's a little more? He imagines a future where he throws the young hero aside, where he pulls his father down to hell with him. Reveals all the Todoroki secrets for the whole world. Where Bakugou isn't supporting him.
It wouldn't matter, not really. Dabi's on a suicide mission after all. He's going to die, one way or another, and whether Bakugou still cares for him or not is going to be irrelevant in the face of his death. It doesn't matter if Bakugou snitches, if the police are knocking on his door the next day. He'll just burn the whole building down. He's lived on the streets before, he doesn't mind doing it again.
Plus, he has the league as an extra resource. His options aren't limited. But well, no one compares to Bakugou. The boy has carved a place for himself in Dabi's life, the same way he did, and they're stuck with each other now. He's not sure he can handle losing Bakugou.
Dabi's not sure how long he spends standing there, staring blankly at the door that he left unlocked. He thinks, perhaps, he should go to his room. Sleep for a bit, recuperate. He doesn't.
-
Dabi doesn't get to see Bakugou for a while. Not with the dorms. Because of the League's constant attacking of the school, security has been upped as well. Not that Dabi ever had a chance breaking into a building full of heroes, but the chance is significantly smaller now.
Plus, he doesn't think Bakugou would take well to being kidnapped again. He's ignoring his texts and calls, which seems counterproductive, since he was the one who asked for Dabi’s answer. Whatever, if Bakugou wants to be an angsty teen he is well within his fucking rights. Even if it is slightly annoying.
There's not much he can do really, except wait for Bakugou to approach him. He doesn't have an answer for Bakugou, just lies. The decision wasn't easy, nothing's ever easy with Bakugou, but Dabi's always been a little self-destructive, and it's not like his choice was ever up for debate in the first place.
Still, if he can keep Bakugou all to himself for a little longer, he will. His days are spent preparing and anticipating. He's doing bigger jobs for Giran, in an effort to collect more money and more favours. He hasn't moved out of his apartment yet, in case Bakugou visits, but he's prepared to leave on short notice, and has a safehouse prepared. In case Bakugou decides to reveal their little secret.
It's not like him to have foresight, or contingency plans, but he has a purpose now. A goal. He would've been fine dying before, chased death even, but that was before he had anything to work towards. When he was simply surviving.
Now, there's this feverish need to expose Endeavor to the world. To set his family free and maybe finally find peace. It's burning him from the inside out, filling Dabi with this insatiable hunger.
He needs to see Endeavor burn, the same way he had, needs to see everything he worked for fall apart, at his own son's hands no less. He can't die before that. He doesn't care what happens afterwards, whether he lives or dies, whether he burns in hell or rots in a jail cell. It doesn't matter.
Dabi sees the bigger picture, and he sees his place in it. Hero society needs to fall, Endeavor needs to fall, and Dabi's going to be the one to pull him down.
And when society is in shambles, Bakugou will pick up the pieces. Place them together in a way that makes sense. Fix the broken fucking puzzle.
Maybe it's not fair to drop that responsibility onto a child, Dabi's an adult for God sakes, he's supposed to be making the world better, not handing that job off to the younger generation. But that's not his priority. He can't even force himself to care, apathy chilling his blood.
His target is Endeavor and Endeavor alone, nothing's going to change that. He doesn't care what he has to do, who he has to kill, to do what he needs to do. It means little in the face of his anger.
Maybe it's not fair to use his siblings as his reasoning. He hasn't spoken to them in years, hasn't tried to contact them, to see how they were doing. He didn't even know what they were doing with their lives. Did they still live with Enji or did they move out? Do they have jobs? Are they in school? Maybe they're heroes. Though he doubts he wouldn't have heard about new heroes related to Endeavor. The media really loves their hero families.
A part of him still feels a spike of jealousy whenever he sees Shouto on television, jealous he got to be what Dabi had always wanted to be when he never even had the desire to. Dabi had the ambition, he had the will, Shouto just so happened to have the quirk. Perfect in every way. Just the right balance of his mother's genes and his father's.
What a joke. Dabi was the worst failure, and Shouto the best success. The eldest and the youngest. The universe sure loves its fucking parallels.
And for all that he'll always love his mother, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive her for drawing away from him. For not being able to even look at him. For making him hate his similarity to his father, even when he didn't properly understand why.
So maybe it isn't right to use them to justify his actions, but, well, Dabi's a villain. Might as well accept it. It's too late to go back, so why not go all out.
Plus Ultra.
-
They're sitting in a park on a Sunday night, swinging gently on the swing set and throwing rocks as far as they can. It's a competition, but they lose sight of most of the rocks.
It's dark as shit and most of the streetlights are broken but that's why Dabi picked it. People often mistake his scars for shadows, and his staples for piercings.
Bakugou brings it up first, never one to beat around the bush.
"What's so important?"
"What?"
"What's so important that you pick villainy over me?"
"I didn't - how'd you even -"
"If you picked me you'd be holding it over my head. Teasing relentlessly. It's kind of obvious."
"Tsk. You're too smart for your own good. I worry I won't be a worthy opponent."
"Nobody's a worthy opponent. I'm on my own fucking level, no one's even close."
Dabi huffs out a short laugh, feet pushing him back and forth.
"There's a hero. He's a real piece of shit. Abusive. I want the world to know about his crimes."
"He hurt you?"
"Yeah."
"Bad?"
"Real fucking bad."
"You know...revenge is rarely ever cathartic. It just leaves you feeling worse, and aimless." Bakugou mumbled, glaring at his feet. It's so odd to hear the boy so quiet, so subdued. Dabi's thrilled that he's the only one to coax this behaviour out of Bakugou, and simultaneously destroyed that it's his fault Bakugou's glaring at his own feet instead of at someone else.
"Is that your attempt at persuading me to change my mind?"
"I don't persuade."
"Sure."
"Shut up." There's a pause, like he's debating whether or not to continue, before, "Who was it?"
"Can't tell you. We're foes now, and you already have the advantage of being a badass."
"Tsk. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Dabi gives the boy a smile, before sobering up.
"Katsuki. I want you to stay out of my way." He doesn't want to hurt Bakugou, but he's not going to let anything get between him and his goal
"As if. You want to do this shit, then fucking own it. I'm a hero, I'm not gonna let emotions get in the way."
Dabi chuckled, leaning against the chain holding the swing up to gaze fondly at Bakugou.
"Hm. Guess we'll just have to find out who's stronger on the battlefield."
"You already know the fucking answer. And don't call me by my first name."
"Oh I'm sorry. Would you prefer Kacchan?" Explosions lit up the night, drawing the attention of a few night runners. Still worth it.
"Asshole." They stayed there for a while, silent and contemplating. This was a new development of their relationships, a big one. Maybe even the end of it. When they were ready to leave, each heading in opposite directions, Dabi grabs hold of both of Bakugou's hands and pulls him close.
"This is it for us. No secret meetings, no calls, no texts. We're done after this. Do you understand that?"
"Yeah. Do you?" Bakugou had to look up to make proper eye contact, but the look in his eyes made Dabi feel small regardless. Which is ridiculous, he's got inches on Bakugou, but the kid has such a large presence that the feeling has become familiar around him.
He's used to feel small all the time, but that's because he used to be. He was the runt of the family, small and thin for far longer than he should've been. He'd adopted this mother's fragility after all.
Dabi sighs, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together and just take in Bakugou for a second. Bakugou pushes up against him, nudging him softly to let him know the feeling was mutual.
"Yeah." He murmurs into the quiet space between them, voice raspy from emotions and damaged vocal chords. "I'm sorry I had to do this to you."
"You should be. And I'll never fucking forgive you. But, this means to you what becoming a hero means to me. So...so I get it." Dabi smiles, soft and easy, before raising and pressing a kiss in between Bakugou's eyebrows.
He wishes he'd done this before, wonders if it would've been welcomed the way it is right now if he'd done it outside of a goodbye. Judging by the look in Bakugou's eyes, he thinks yes.
"Look at that. Who would've thought Bakugou Katsuki could be understanding?"
"Shut up, asshole. You're mine do you understand? I call fucking dibs. If you let anyone else put you away I'll fuck your shit up."
"Copy that. Go home, kid."
"I'm not a kid. And I'm going, shit."
"Good boy." Dabi whispers, letting Bakugou go so he could walk away. His next exhale was steamy, air escaping through the gaps between his staples.
The darkness settles, without Bakugou there to light the way, and Dabi falls into the shadows.
-
The police don't raid his apartment, surprisingly. Turns out Bakugou really meant it when he called dibs. He's giving Dabi a head start, and he gladly takes it, moving out and into another safe house.
He leaves the furniture and the snacks, though. Just in case Bakugou decides to visit. Maybe he also leaves a shirt, in case Bakugou wants it as a keepsake, or evidence or whatever.
It doesn't matter. It's nothing condemning, and he's just making up for putting them in this position in the first place. That's all.
They stay true to their word, no texts and no calls, though Dabi doesn't block or delete Bakugou's number. Just in case his little hero needs something. He can put a time out to their standoff if it's to take care of the younger. He's just putting his mission on pause is all, not abandoning it.
He doesn't hear much about the other, only replayed footage from the school festivals and articles about his kidnapping. It seems both the League and U.A. are laying low for the time being.
Dabi's out recruiting. Well, he will be. Recruiting in broad daylight doesn't make sense, so he's mostly staring at a Starbucks menu and wondering if it's worth risking his identity. But god, those prices. Why is a cup of coffee so fucking expensive?
He’s about to go in, pockets be damned, when he hears shouting, and recognizes it instantly. He’d know that yelling anywhere, so familiar with it himself. He looks to the side, and there he is, in all his glory. Though his hair is different. And there’s a pro hero standing next to him.
Their eyes meet, and for a second he wonders if this is it, if his cover is blown and Bakugou beats him so early into their game, but then he remembers he looks unrecognizable, and Bakugou’s never been good with faces in the first place. Not that he can see his face, what with the face mask and shades and hoodie.
Bakugou looks away easily enough, attention now on some children who’d come up from behind him, and Dabi uses that as an opportunity to slip into Starbucks. He watches from afar, as the kids run off crying and Bakugou gets lectured, and wonders if he could do this. Just observe from afar. Keep tabs on Bakugou without actually meeting him. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?
Dabi orders his drink and leaves, watching Bakugou from the corner of his eye as he crosses the street. He can’t. Dabi has a mission, and he can’t let anything distract him from it. He has things to do, bigger than himself and bigger than Bakugou.
Maybe in another life, they could’ve been happy. Even if he hadn’t chosen villainy, they never stood a chance. Dabi’s too old, too broken and Bakugou would never be able to put his dreams aside for another person. It’s just who they are. No matter how well their edges fit together, they were still too sharp. Still cut. They were bound to fall out, one way or another. At least this way, this way it’s easier. Kinder, perhaps.
He shoots one more glance at Bakugou, mask lowered to drink his coffee. Their eyes catch again, and he knows Bakugou recognizes him, sees it in the furrow of his brow and the question in his eye, but Dabi slips into an alley before much can become of it.
He has things to do, afterall.
-
He thinks of Bakugou, of course he does. Thinks of him when killing that Sand hero, thinks of him while screaming at his father, thinks of him while baiting Hawks and fighting Geten. He doesn’t entertain the thoughts though, squashes them as soon as they surface. He’s got shit to do goddamnit.
It’s hard not to think of him, though, when he’s fighting Hawks, killing him really, and a student gets in his way. He knows it's a student, has to be with how young he is, and he can only wonder how far heroes have fallen to bring children into the fight. There’s rage swelling inside him, and worry, because he recognizes that kid from the Sport’s Festival and knows if he’s here then so is Bakugou. And suddenly his priorities shift. Not a lot, just enough for Dabi to get tired of wasting his time. He’s not going to fight a child, not seriously at least, so he throws some flames and fucks off.
He’s looking for him while riding Gigantomachia, heading spinning around from his perch. There’s so many colours, so many heroes and costumes, but he’d know Bakugou anywhere. Would know him with a blindfold on and his hearing stolen. He knows he isn’t in that crowd, knows a lot of heroes aren't, which means there must be another attack somewhere else. No way they wouldn't be using an ace like Bakugou.
Dabi spots him soon enough, looking beat the fuck up, right after he spots Shigaraki. But then his attention is stolen by Enji and all thoughts leave his head as his emotions take over. He knows what happens afterwards, would remember that fight to the day that he dies. He’s spilt all his secrets to the world, just so he could bring Endeavor down. He wonders what his family thinks, the ones that matter. What Bakugou thinks. Maybe he should’ve told him.
That’s it, he thinks. He’s done what he needed to do. The world has seen Endeavor for what he is, has seen Dabi. It’s up to them to judge now. He feels hollow, as he watches the news. He wonders if it was worth it. The world has been living in willful ignorance for years, there’s no reason that Dabi’s sob story would change that. Perhaps he’d gotten in over his head. All that big talk yet here he was, on the moldy floor of an old building, alone.
He was supposed to die. Endeavor was supposed to die. Neither of them did. What next, he wonders. His desire for revenge has drained, leaving only exhaustion. There was a sense of satisfaction, but it’s left him now. He wonders what Bakugou would say, if he could see him. The thought is fleeting, but the idea stays until Dabi is dressed up and sneaking into the hospital. He’s been keeping up with the news, knows where Endeavor is staying and knows it’s where some U.A students are. It’s just guesswork from there, roaming each floor and peeking into every door. The security is tight, but Dabi’s lived in the streets, and knows how to hide.
Dabi sits next to his bed when he finally finds him. It’s dark, so he’s not able to see him well, but that spiky block of blonde hair is noticeable. Flashy, if you would. Very becoming of a hero.
“Hey.” He whispers and red eyes snap open to glare at him.
“Fuck are you doing here, asswipe?”
“Needed to see you.” He lays his hand on the bed, crossing his arms and resting his head on top of it. “I think you were right,” He sighs, “I feel worse.”
“I’m always fucking right, dipshit.” Dabi hums softly in reply, closing his eyes at the feeling of a hand in his hair.
“What should I do?”
“Why the fuck should I know”
“Because you’re oh so smart?”
“Jackass. This is on you.”
“Hm..I think I might turn myself in. I did what I wanted to do, what I needed to. Seems like the best option now.”
“You’d be in there for life. If not on death row.” Bakugou reminds him, as if Dabi hasn’t thought about that. It doesn’t matter. His life is over no matter what he chooses to do with it.
“Yeah. You’d visit me, right?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” There’s a dip in their conversation after that. It’s the truth, and Dabi finds himself wishing Bakugou would lie to him.
“Bakugou?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” There’s silence, only interrupted by a soft sniffle, and then Bakugou resumes carding his fingers through his hair.
“You were supposed to let me beat you.” His voice is soft, strangled emotion causing words to crack. It breaks Dabi’s heart.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m still mad at you. It’s your fucking fault we’re here. This could’ve been so much easier.”
“I don’t think it would’ve been. Villain or hero, you and I are still you and I.” It’s heavy, perhaps too heavy for parting words. “I saw you, you know, when you were patrolling with Jeanist.”
“Oh God.”
“Your hair was nice. Really brought out your eyes.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear about it. It’s not like you can talk with your shitty excuse for a disguise.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” He gets pinched for his efforts, but the sting is a welcome feeling as opposed to the usual dullness of touch. “I want you to visit me. I don’t think I’d survive if you didn’t.”
“Dabi. This war isn’t over. This might be the last time we see each other.”
“A man can dream can’t he?”
“Not you. Not us.”
“Will you give me something to remember?” He asks, sitting up and leaning forward. They stare, eyes shining in the dark.
“Scared you’ll forget me?”
“Yes.” Dabi breathed, intertwining their hands.
“Why’d you have to end up on the wrong side?” He doesn’t give an answer. Can’t. He himself doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand why he didn’t have the hindsight to realize it was a bad idea. Why he didn’t just listen.
“Will you kiss me?”
“No.”
“Will you stop me if I kiss you?”
“No.” Dabi leans forward, kissing Bakugou’s nose, his cheeks, before pressing a chaste peck on his lips. He pulls back, squeezing Bakugou’s hands and pressing one final kiss on his knuckles before standing up and backing away. “Wait -” But he doesn’t give Bakugou a chance to finish, shutting the door behind him and walking up to a security guard, hands raised in surrender.
He wonders if this is a bad idea as well.
-
Dabi’s in Tartarus, head handing over the cot in his cell. If he squints really hard that stain on the wall that looks like a face moves. Almost like it’s talking. Dabi can pretend to have a conversation with it then.
It’s not meal time, so he’s a bit confused when a security guard knocks on his cell. He’s in solitary as punishment for getting into another fight, so they really aren’t supposed to be talking to him, not like they made a habit of conversing with him. Everyone kind of hates his guts or is scared of him.
He wonders what he could want. Maybe Dabi’s finally getting out of solitary. It gets kind of boring when there’s nobody that he can piss off with his relentless teasing. Literally nothing would be better than being taken out of solitary right now.
“You’ve got a visitor.” Scratch that. Something is better than being taken out of solitary.
Or rather, someone.