I was right ):

🚧Forced suicide/degradation/gore🚧

"Quirk" "Command"

*3:00am*

I'm not gonna get to sleep for a looong time. I have somewhere to sleep tomorrow night though. And I think the night after that? Hopefully they let me sleep. Maybe I'll be able to catch a nap or something?

Pulling up to the newest location I park on the street. Walking about a block, I finally found the alleyway needed. "Thank fucking goodness! I was just gonna walk back to my bike and leave if I didn't find this sooner!" shaking my head with a chuckle, I keep talking to myself. "No you wouldn't."

Someone's gruff voice knocks me out of my little conversation. "Oi! Who the fuck you talkin' to?"

Startled, I look around before my eyes settle on someone by a fire escape. "None of your business, dude. You got my shit or nah?" I look at my watch, 3:15am, and finally realize I'm starting to reach the point where I need to leave. "We got 'bout five minutes to do this shit before I'm late."

The man cocks (hehe) his head to the side before muttering something under his breath. "Yeah, yeah, I got the money." he reaches into his jacket pocket before extending his left hand to me. "You got my shit?"

I scoff and roll my eyes, the robotic voice echoing faintly around us. "Yeah. Handoff at same time." I grab everything from my bag and put my left hand out, holding the package in my right. I know how this shit works. He's gonna try and grab it without paying me. Not a chance in Hell he makes it out of here if he tries.

I was right. Of course he's making this difficult!

"Hey?" like a dumbass, he responds to taunt me. Pointing to the fire escape to my left, the taller building, I command him "Climb this to the roof and throw yourself off. If you survive, do it until you die." With a nod, he's off, obediently doing what I said.

Looking at my watch again, I see it's now 3:25am. "Fuck I'm late!" breaking out into a sprint, I reach my bike a few minutes after I needed to leave. "Goddamnit! That fucking whore! They're gonna kill me!"

*5:03am*

Even with speeding I'm late getting to the warehouse. They're gonna be so pissed at me. As expected I'm greeted harshly the second I waltz through the designated side door. "Why the fuck aren't you here on time? I hired you partly because you're good at being prompt."

Bowing, I internally groan. "Sorry, sir. I had an issue at my last stop, causing me to leave later than I was supposed to." A grunt is all I receive, so I assume it's time to sit.

After being briefed on my specific job I'm sent to a shitty ass bunk bed in the corner. Awww! Got my name on it and everything! "I feel so loved." climbing onto the top was easy, despite the lack of ladder. After setting my alarm to noon, I plug my phone in and pass the fuck out.

*12:00pm*

An annoying ass noise rips me from my oh so peaceful slumber. Well– the kick from the person in the bottom bunk originally woke me up, the alarm just became part of my dream. Hopping down to get ready, I make sure to 'accidentally' kick the person in the face. Hiding my snicker, I unplug my phone.

Skipping back to the table in the middle of the room, I see there's now a whiteboard across from my seat. Huh? Deciding to ignore it until it's needed, I plop down to the spot with my name on it.

Waiting around for a few minutes gives me time to finally take in my surroundings. All seven of the security cameras are busted out. The windows are heavily curtained, probably blackouts. There's only three lights in the whole room, one being directly over me, one in the corner where the beds are, and the last is by the door I entered through. The second one is turned off. Minus my chair, there's three around the table, one next to me, and the other two across from each other on the sides. A stack of colorful files sits in front of the chair on my left. The whiteboard is on the fourth side.

By the time I've finished assessing my surroundings, the person I'm waiting for steps to the whiteboard, a green marker in their hand. "You were told everything when you got here, correct?" I nod as a response. "Good. you have until quarter to midnight to finish your tasks. 5pm is the latest you may start. Understood?" another nod. "Here's your file." they hand me the orange file from the stack.

Flipping through the contents, it's just a bunch of menial tasks. Probably just shit they didn't wanna do. As long as I get paid I really don't care that much.

"Hey?" the person looks at me before turning again to finish writing. "Can I leave once I'm done, or do I gotta wait 'til midnight?"

"Midnight." is the only word I get.

"Am I allowed to leave to do shit before starting, or do I gotta stay in this dump?"

"Stay until you start."

Leaning on the back two legs of my chair, I pester them with shit I've already figured out by their first answer. "Can I do stuff after, or just straight back here once done?"

They sigh. Getting on their nerves!! Fuck yea! "Straight back."

"Stay here during breaks?"

"Yes."

After almost falling and cracking my head open, I switch to having my feet up on the chair next to me. "What counts as a 'break'?"

Turning around to face me, they signal for my feet to be on the floor. Begrudgingly, I obey. "Anything over 15 minutes of not working. Longest you're allowed to take is one hour." taking the cap back of their marker, they go to turn around.

Before they can, I pester them some more. "Soooo, I'm allowed to do a task, take 15 minutes, and repeat? Until I'm done?"

"You're allowed to do that, yes."

"But if it's 16 minutes, I gotta be back here for the extra one? Even if I leave again right after?"

They start rubbing their temples in an attempt to remain calm. "Yes. That's over 15 minutes."

"What if I'm already 20 minutes away from here? I can't spend those five here."

They look up at the light in thought. "I suppose you're right with that one."

"You're gonna burn your retinas looking directly at that, ya know." they blink a few times before nodding and switching to something across the room. "Since I haven't started yet, can I go back to sleep?" I don't even get a verbal reply this time. Instead, it's just a wave of their hand, as they've already gone back to whatever they're doing on the board.

Silently going back to the bunks, I notice my mate has left. "Finally some good sleep." I'm out within minutes.

*4:45pm*

My alarm wakes me up rather harshly. "Ugh, fuck you." I hit the dismiss button without another second, finally getting the silence I crave. After sitting on the edge of my bed, debating how much I need this payment, I –totally gracefully– haul my ass off and to the floor. "Not my best dismount."

After making sure I have everything I came with, I grab my file and stuff it into my backpack. Seeing the person still at the board, I make sure they know it's me using the door.

A long 20 minute walk later, I found the grocery store from my list. Walking through the door, I hear a rather annoyingly high-pitched noise. Fuuuck let the whole street know I'm here while you're at it.

While going down some of the aisles, I snag a few treats since I haven't eaten in a hot minute. Finally making it to the back, I mosey my way to the break room of the 'employees only' section. Taking a second look at the photo I was given, I spotted my first victim.

"Hey?" she looks up at me in surprise.

"You're not suppo–" her eyes glaze over as she falls under my quirk.

Looking around, I see a knife in the block on the counter, and I get an idea. "Bingo! Take that knife and slit your throat." without hesitating, the woman stands and goes over to grab it. A few tears leave her eyes as she looks at me with fear. Blood sprays all over the fridge, floor, counter, and me, as it pours from her throat down her body. "It's a shame, I really liked that shirt. Flattered your figure perfectly."

Opening my bag, I grab my pen and the list.

Shatter

1-Kill Emmy at 'Happy Go Lucky Foods'

2-Receive package from Masaru Bakugo on 'XXX street' (6pm)

3-Give package to Hayami at 'Happy Man Dining'

4-Receive package from Hayami (hold until return to base. Give to secretary)

5-Kill Quao Quao in office at 'Job Finding Headquarters' (room 483)

6-Get information on meeting room 6 of 'Job Finding Headquarters' (10pm-11pm)

7-Remove vending license from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (closes at 8pm sharp)

8-Receive payment from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (¥14946500000)

"Off to a good start, I'd say." not even bothering to wipe the blood off of myself, I pack everything away. "Of course you'd say that! You're just happy there's already blood." walking back through the store, I swipe a few more snacks and drinks. "Hey! Blood is fun!"

Getting to my next location is easy by foot, just about 20 minutes. It seems Masaru had the same timing, as we both arrived at the same time. "Hey man, got whatever you're supposed to give me?"

He seems extremely intimidated for some reason? "Ye-yeah. H-he-re you go." he managed to squeak out.

After putting it away, I grab a bag of chips and a pop from earlier. "For the road." I fist bump him before casually walking away, leaving him stunned.

After texting Hayami that I'm about an hour away, I put my earbuds in and hum along to my music. At 7:06pm, I make it to the diner. Walking inside, I take a glance around and see her in the corner booth. Sketchy activity much? After sitting across from her, we exchange goods. We talk for a little bit about random stuff before we have to leave for our next jobs.

Shatter

1-Kill Emmy at 'Happy Go Lucky Foods'

2-Receive package from Masaru Bakugo on 'XXX street' (6pm)

3-Give package to Hayami at 'Happy Man Dining'

4-Receive package from Hayami (hold until return to base. Give to secretary)

5-Kill Quao Quao in office at 'Job Finding Headquarters' (room 483)

6-Get information on meeting room 6 of 'Job Finding Headquarters' (10pm-11pm)

7-Remove vending license from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (closes at 8pm sharp)

8-Receive payment from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (¥14946500000)

Lucky me, the flower stand is only 10 minutes away. Once there, I approach from the back. "Miss?" the old lady turns around, and her eyes widen. "I'm sure you've gathered why I'm here. Just give me the money you owe, and no one gets hurt." oof, cliché. True– but cliché.

Shaking like a leaf, the lady silently opens her register. Pulling everything out, she opens the safe under the counter next. Holy shit this lady is rich. Was rich. I snicker silently while she's grabbing everything.

Once the money's handed to me, I start the worst task yet. Counting it. "Yup, all here." she visibly sighs in relief. "Now gimme your license." She looks close to tears at this point, but hands it over.

Again, after putting everything up, I grab a snack and drink. "Have a good one!"

Checking my watch, I see it's 8pm. I've got an hour before my next task. I'm hungry...time for a break! They never said I couldn't take a break right after a break! I high five myself "Loophole!"

Searching around proved prosperous because I found a cute ass coffee shop. Best part: there was a 'neutral' sign on the window! They can't do shit 'bout me being drenched in blood!

A nice lower pitched wind chime rings as I walk through the door. It's even cuter inside than it is outside. The room is small, but still feels roomy due to the layout and color scheme. Freshly baked cookies smell wafts into my nose, making me miss Magne. 

Doing as the sign says, I wait for a beautiful girl to seat me at a table for one. With a cheerful smile she explains the rules of the café, then hands me a menu before rambling on about the day's specials. "Let me know when you're ready to order, sir!" she bounces away to help the next person after.

This is a nice place. I'll have to come back sometime. Pulling out my phone I pin the location for the future. While I'm lost in my own little world finding what I want to eat, someone slides into the chair across from me. Lucky for me, they wait until I order to start yapping.

"Who are you? You're covered in blood, so obviously not a civilian or hero. Villain?"

"Woah there buddy! I'm not a villain. Nuh uh! I'm upset you even suggested that, to be honest!"

My sudden outburst startles him, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "Damn, sorry. I'm just curious. Let's restart?" He goes for a handshake. "I'm Bloody Sights. You are?"

Taking his hand happily, I introduced myself as well. "Shatter."

"Well, Shatter, what brings you 'round here? Aren't you usually somewhere else?"

"I'm here for a job. I'm on it until midnight. Then, I gotta head to my next place. It's seven hours from here." I groan before lightly banging my head on the table. The pretty lady comes back with our orders before bowing and going to help someone else. "After that, I gotta drive 11 back home to the base I live at."

"Damn that's a long ass time. How long you been gone for so far?"

"I left there at 10 last night, did some jobs, and got here at 5 in the morning. I'll be home 'round 3 in the afternoon, tomorrow. How's life here?"

"Can't complain much. Cops have started commissioning me for some things they can't do. Easy money since it's basic shit. They just can't get their hands dirty, so I understand."

We both chat for a little longer before he has to leave. "Oh, hey, before I forget. Here's my number." he grabs an unused napkin off the table and writes it down. "If you ever need help. I'll even go to you if needed." with a lazy salute from both ends, he's gone.

"Fuck yeah! Another contact! Shiggy's gonna be sooooo jealous~!" I finish up my food and pay the other half of the bill before waving goodbye to the people. "Time to wander uptown."

*9:00pm*

'Job Finding Headquarters', huh? Maybe they can help Shiggy find a hobby. Walking straight past the front desk, I ignored the secretary asking for my appointment. The elevator looks fancy. Turning around once in it, I go to find my floor. "Room 483...wherethefuckarethebuttons!?!?" I look around at the other walls. To my despair, there are none? "What kinda duckin' elevator doesn't have buttons?? Duuuucking heck!"

Finding the secretary is lowkey annoying. He's wrapped up in his computer. Kids these days and their darned screens. Tsk. I slam my hands on the desk, and tower over him. "Gimme the buttons."

A smug look washes over his face before he notices who I am. "Wh-what floor?" I hold up four fingers, and he grabs some plastic card thingy. "Just tap it on the grey spot on the wall." snatching it from his hand, I march back to the elevator.

"Grey spot, grey spot... bingo!" Damn, how many floors are between floors? This is at least floor 20 by now... before I can bitch more, the doors open, revealing a '4' on the wall. "Huh? Subfloors? Nice."

Spotting a map of the level, I find out that it's the complete opposite of how I would've laid it out. "Who the frick puts odd numbers on one side and even on the other?" Either way, I have to go right for the room I need.

Knocking on the door I opened it without waiting for a reply. Looking up, she seems shocked because I'm not dressed fancy. "Who are you? I don't have any appointments currently. Are you in the correct room?"

"You're Quao Quao, right?" she hesitantly nods. Fuck. "That's your name?"

"Yes it i–"

"Tell me where meeting room 6 is."

"Floor two."

"Give me the card to get there, and the card to leave."

She goes into her desk and grabs a handful of cards before sorting out the right ones.

"Jump off the roof. Do it until you die." She looks absolutely heartbroken as she grabs the roof card and walks away.

Checking my watch, I swear under my breath before going back to the elevator. "Okaaayyyy...floor two."

Once I get on the floor, I look at the map and find a break room. Obviously I take one. All their leftovers look boring, so I just eat from my stash again.

*9:45pm*

Throwing away all my trash, I high five the dude who came in during my break. Didn't even give a shit that I don't belong here, so I gave him a lemonade. "Let's get this show on the road, bitches!"

Room 1...3...5... fuck I went the wrong way...2...4...6!

After finding a good place to sit, I grab my lists.

Shatter

1-Kill Emmy at 'Happy Go Lucky Foods'

2-Receive package from Masaru Bakugo on 'XXX street' (6pm)

3-Give package to Hayami at 'Happy Man Dining'

4-Receive package from Hayami (hold until return to base. Give to secretary)

5-Kill Quao Quao in office at 'Job Finding Headquarters' (room 483)

6-Get information on meeting room 6 of 'Job Finding Headquarters' (10pm-11pm)

7-Remove vending license from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (closes at 8pm sharp)

8-Receive payment from 'Lovely Flowers' stand (¥14946500000)

Meeting

Product name:

Producer:

Drop-off:

Pick up:

Amount:

Extra notes:

After waiting around for a bit, everyone files in before sitting down. As usual, meetings are boring. It dragged on, and on, and on, and -guess what- on. Once everyone got their butts out, I stood up and stretched. Time to get back to the warehouse.

*11:30pm*

Once I get to the side door, I throw it open as loud as possible. "I'm baaaaack!!"

"Good, good. Come take a seat." the same person as before gestures to the chair I sat in earlier today. Once I'm sitting, I take everything for the job out of my bag, and wait my turn.

As soon as I get called on, I start my report. Everything from how they died, to the fact that I found a really good café. I gave them the address, and even shared the rest of my snacks, 'cause I'm nice.

"Thank you. Everyone say bye to Shatter. He has to leave now." I wave back and grab the blanket they told me to keep for the ride to my next place. That's the part that worries me. They're driving me, and taking my bike separately. That way I can just leave after, but not during.

*12:00am*

A tall man opens the door for me before pointing to the backseat. "Get in the car."

Deciding to try and ease this guy's tension, I opened my mouth by accident. "What, no 'hello'? Rude." As I'm starting to get into the car, he grabs my shoulder and holds me still. Before I can even react to get him off me I feel something sharp poke at my neck.

Fuck?!? Did he just stick a needle in m–

I black out.

*10:45am*

I blink and can suddenly control myself again? Before I can even process what's going on a bullet goes straight through my wrist. "Wha–? WHY THE FUCK AM I GETTING SHOT AT?!?"

"Shut the fuck up!" the guy injects something into my neck. Again.

"Dude, you gotta fuckin' stop th–"

I black out. Again.

*8:23pm*

Something's slammed on the table I'm apparently sitting at now, knocking me out of my trance. "Eat." It's some shitty ass looking food. After I'm done, I sit and wait in this room. Alone. I don't wanna do something and get whatever the fuck that was done to me again.

Around 20 minutes later, the same guy comes back in and grabs my plates before throwing a towel, and clothes, at me. "Bathroom's through there. Use the washer and dryer for your clothes. In bed once you're done." he leaves before I can even ask what's happening, and a loud click echoes. He locked me in.

I don't even take time to poke around like I usually do after I wash up. Just straight to bed. Going to plug in my phone, I see there's a bottle of water on the nightstand, but no charger. Fuck. Guess I'll just have to figure shit out tomorrow. At least the beds comfy. Glad they let me keep the blanket.

*1:00am*

Someone shakes me rather aggressively. "Get the fuck up." It's the same guy. Maybe that's why I'm here. They only have one dude. "Get dressed. You have five minutes." he slams the door and locks it. Again.

Following orders, I finish as soon as he walks back in. "Damn, no knocking? If you wanted a show you coulda just as–" I'm punched. "Ow!" yup...somethings at the very least bruised.

Before I can complain anymore, he grabs me and pins me to the wall. The issues here are: 

1-I just woke up

2-He just punched me and now I can't think straight. When can I ever?

3-He's at least three times my size and is now using my neck as a stress ball

Welp, I'm fucked. He slams my head back against the wall again for good measure, then sticks my neck with the needle.

*4:13am*

I come to by the man throwing me out the door onto the street. "Get out." a bag full of money is thrown right at my chest, knocking the wind out of me. The rest of my shit is thrown next to me.

What the fuck is wrong with these people??? I don't even know where I am, and my phone's dead. Great. Fucking great.

Remembering I have a pocket charger, I scramble to find it in the bottom of my bag. Barely a quarter full. Just enough to get me to somewhere I can actually charge my phone. "Oh thank everything!" I get on my bike and ride to another neutral place.

Only once I get there do I realize my entire right wrist is bandaged, and I'm in my street clothes?!?! When did that happen!? "What the fudge??" I'll check soon. At this point, I don't even care if they saw my face.

After being seated, I noticed a lot of people staring at me. "Yeah...I don't know what happened to me either...all I know is it was yesterday, and now I'm here." fuck my jaw hurts. After the mini explanation, a sweet older lady comes and sits on the other side of the booth.

"Do you need anything, hun?" before I can even answer, she's handing me wetwipes and pointing at her face. Taking the hint, I wiped off my face. Blood and dirt. Everywhere. She waves the waiter over and orders a bunch of things, including a bag of ice. "Your jaw looks bad."

"Yeah, my crap was rocked earlier."

We sit and talk a little more as she makes me eat and ice my jaw. Once my phone's at 68% I grab the check. She tries to fight me on it before eventually giving up. As I'm exiting the bathroom, I get a call from Dabi.

"Sup? Yeah I'm on my way back now, had to stop somewhere to charge my phone, ended up talking to a sweet lady." as I'm walking past her, I give her a hug, slipping my card into her pocket for later. 

"Well tell Shigaraki to cut the shit or I won't! Oops..." now I have a whole room staring at me. "Yes I did." I hold the phone away from my ear and can still hear Dabi cussing me out for that mistake. "I stand by it. Tell him to cut his shit or I won't do it! It's as simple as that!" After a few more choice words, I cut him off. "Look. I've had a really shitty day. I don't want to get into it with you. Especially over the phone. I'm running hella behind so it'll probably be closer to four. My jaw hurts, so I'm hanging up now."

Turning around to address the room, I see all eyes on me. "Uhhh...have a good one?" Before anything else can happen, I'm on my bike.

*11:00am*

As I'm speeding through traffic, a fancy yellow light pops up on my dash. "Fuck I'm outta gas..." cutting across a few lanes gets me to the nearest exit. Of course I flip off the people who have a problem with my recklessness.

Slowing down to make the sharp turn on the exit ramp, I spot a shitty gas station. There's an equally shitty diner right across from it. Only now am I realizing how hungry I am. "Ok gas first, then food." I direct myself through the next few actions.

Walking into the station I'm greeted by some girl my age who barely looks up at the ding. I weave my way up and down the aisles grabbing a few snacks to add to my stash back at the base. When I finally get to the counter the girl turns her attention to me.

A fake customer service smile slowly plasters itself under her dead inside eyes. "Find everything ok?" I nod as she rings everything up for me. "Anything else I can help you with?"

"Yeah. I need ¥4364 on pump 4, please." with a tired sigh she tells me the total price of all my shit. After quickly dumping everything into my bag, I hand her a tip. I don't actually know how much it was, but I'm assuming it's a lot since she started thanking me a lot. I just shrug and go to fill up my bike's tank.

Once everything's full, I twist the cap fully around before making sure the handle is horizontal. "Now to slowly close the cover twice..." I close it before opening it again to complete the second, slower, close.

Next thing on my 'To-Do' list is to get food from this place I totally won't get killed in. Opening the door makes a horrible screeching noise that instantly grates my ears and gives me a headache. The inside is dim and very dusty, with cobwebs hanging almost everywhere.

As I'm looking around the dump, an old man pops up beside me and places his wrinkly hand on my shoulder. "Follow me to your seat, son." Before I can even acknowledge that he's there, he guides me with a strength All Might would envy. We get to a table covered in a white sheet, which he promptly takes off and dusts the chair with. After everything's to his liking, he pulls the chair out and pats the seat. Taking his signal, I sit down cautiously. He produces a menu out of thin air before disappearing into the same thin air.

Looking through the menu feels very sketchy for some reason. It's old and faded, and the pages make cracking sounds when I turn them. Why are all the prices set to ¥0?? There's no way they can run a restaurant this way... before I can dwell any longer, an option starts glowing faintly. Snapping my attention to it, I see it's exactly what I want?

Before I can call the hunched man back over, he's next to the table with a metal tray. He sets everything down on the table before me, and I see it's the glowing option. Glancing up, I see he's gone again.

Hmmm...this place is totally going to kill me. Might as well see if the food's good before I go out though. Shrugging to myself I take the first bite, whispering to myself. "Holy fuck." I quickly pull out my phone and pin this location as well, setting it under the 'food' tab. Scarfing down the rest of this amazingness, I look at the man again. He smiles and hands me a glass full of coffee. Or what I'm hoping is not poisoned coffee. Thanking him, I take a test sip. Holy cow even this is perfect!

Once I'm done with everything, the wrinkly old man reappears and helps me stand up. Taking out my bag, I hand him a handful of the money inside. "Thanks for the great food, mister! I'll def be coming back here again."

Quietly chuckling to himself, he puts the money in his pocket before leading me to the front door. I reopened with the same awful noise as before. Waving one last goodbye to the man, I go to my bike.

Finally getting situated, I look up to see if I can wave at him again. My heart drops as soon as I do.

Blood.

Everywhere.

It's smeared on the broken out and boarded up windows. There's parts of the roof caving in, with some chunks on the sidewalk. The worst part is that the man's head is on a spike, his body mangled on the dirty ground below it.

Shaking the sight out of my head, I mumble to myself "Swear I'm not on any drugs right now..." glancing down at my watch, I see two hours have passed, making me even later. A quick text to Dabi later, I'm turning my bike on and starting the rest of the drive back to the base.

The ride is full of the end of lunch rush for people to go back to work for the afternoon. Jokes on y'all! I'm going home now! Losers! Turning my music up to become a disturbance goes fairly smoothly. Anyone who honks or cusses at me just gets a 'what? Can't hear you' sign from my laughing ass.

Feeling the watch on my wrist buzz, I hold it up to see a timer going off. What? "Ooohhh! It's my alarm to see if I'm on track or not. I'm obviously not. Of course you're not. When are you ever fully on track?" shaking the bad thoughts away and drowning them out with music works, because a few minutes later I'm dancing and singing along with it.

*4:21pm*

Eventually I pull into the alleyway I typically park in. After kicking out the stand and dismounting, I stretch my long ass arms above my head, feeling a few pops along my spine. "Ahh home at last! Time to pass the fuck out since I'm free all week!"

Kicking open the door to announce my arrival like usual, I'm greeted by a boring scene in the bar. Shiggy and Twice are sitting on the worn couch watching tv. Twice has his mask half up to allow snack eating, and is munching on chips of some kind. Shiggy is sitting with his left arm on the back of the couch. His right hand is scrolling through his phone.

While closing the door I ask the obvious question. "Whatcha watching, Jin?" He shrugs to show he also has no clue what's on right now. Probably just turned it to a random channel like always. "Nice, nice. 'M going to bed now. Don't wake me up unless y'all wanna lose fingers." I wave lazily over my shoulder while walking down the hallway to signal my departure.

As I'm unlocking my door to get to my room I feel someone lurking around me. Sighing, I call them out. "Wadya want?"

Much to my surprise, Dabi answers for once. "Just to annoy you before you sleep like you're dead for the next two days." as he's walking out from the shadows (when did those get there? It's a well lit hall...emo ass...) he keeps his hands in his pockets while bringing his shoulders up for a second.

Walking into the room, I roll my eyes to let him know he's already on my nerves, but leave the door open to show he can come in. After slithering his way through the door, he closes it behind himself. 

Without me giving permission, he plops his booty down on my bed, and shuffles around to get under the covers. "You should learn to make your bed 'fore ya leave." Just now looking at his appearance, I see some more minor scarring under his eyes. There's some more around his knuckles, along with a few bruises. Must've gotten into a fight. Oh– and he's shirtless... probably in his PJs.

Huffing out an ignoring sign before signaling to cover his eyes, I wait until he actually follows it before taking off my shirt. I'll just shower later... checking to see if Dabi's eyes are fully covered, I catch him peeking between his fingers. "Bruh. close your damn eyes. Creep." 

His deep laugh fills the room as he actually closes the gap for good. "I don't get why you care. Not like I haven't seen every inch of you before~."

Pulling up my space themed pants, I blush heavily. "...That was under different circumstances. Creep..."

Sensing all my clothes are on, he uncovers his eyes, lifts the covers, and pats the empty spot. "Whatever. Get your tired pale ass over here and cuddle."

After checking the door's locked, I climb in next to him and am immediately wrapped in warm arms. Mmmm. just what I needed after all that shit.

Right before drifting off, a warm set of mismatched lips meet my forehead as the arms around me tighten. "Sleep tight you little shit." is the last thing I hear.