Dabi was not exactly what most would call a charmer. Sure he had a smirk like something out of a movie...but not near enough confidence or looks for it to work well. At 6'4 and 110 pounds, he was very very skinny. He spent the high school years most AMAB people spend putting on muscle and eating a fuck ton digging through garbage cans on the streets, of course his proportions where a little off. That didn't make him like his scarred cover, lanky body with skin tightly stretching over bone across a malnuritued skeleton. That was another thing he hated about himself, his scars. He knew they where his fault, years of ignoring his well being in favor of power. He had be young and immature when his fault tried to protect him from being this someday. When dying young didn't seem so bad because 30 was a forever away, it wasn't anymore. He had favored his mother's indulgence over his father's caring about his well being. Thinking a marker of parental love was her value on his happiness, not a clear sign of neglecting her role as a caretaker.
"DABI!! GET OVER HERE ITS A BIG DEAL!!" His thoughts about his melancholy childhood where interrupted by Toga's demand. It thought for a moment it was probably dangerous to follow the screaming voice of a giggle serial killer, but it wasn't like he had much choice.
"What do you want crazy?" He called out in a harsh, raspy voice.
"NOT WANT. NEED. NEED RIGHT NOW!!" She hollered from what he could identify as the kitchen. "KUROGIRI PUT ALL THE KNIVES OUT OF REACH AND SHIGARAKI WAS BEING A DICK SO I WANNA STAB HIM!!! COME GET YOUR FREAKY TALL ASS OVER HERE!!!" She exclaimed, clearly jumping up and down as she did so. It occurred to him Toga had mostly likely skipped the meds Kurogiri convinced her to start taking, considering they had plans tomorrow it made sense. Toga was a better asset to the team when she was crazy, still best not let her have knife, Shigaraki was a better asset alive and stab wound free after all. He called a warning in the general direction of Shigaraki's room, something to the affect of "The crazy bitch wants to gut you hand man! This earned him a "DONT CALL ME THAT" from two different directions, he chuckled to himself slightly, proud he managed to irritate both of them at once.
Dabi showered that morning, doing his best to keep all of his staples in and his skin from flaking. He'd even gone to the trouble to wash his clothes, after all, the league didn't kiddnap often, and who'd join a group that smelled bad. He remembered the stench Shigaraki emitted when he met him, it wasn't exactly encouraging. They where supposed to be capturing someone from 1A if possible, which Dabi had firmly disagreed with. He thought someone from a different course might be more likely to defect. His opinion however, apparently did not matter
