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He arrived at the hospital-it was quiet, eerily quiet. 

“.. Now, where exactly would they be.. Shouldn’t be to hard to find them.. Ugh, my damn jaw is starting to hurt.. I need to hurry this up.”

Hunny it's about to hurt worse- He heard a really quiet clicking noise, like a lighter being lit-there was the faintest whiff of smoke and then-he honestly couldn't say-it happened so fast-he felt a strong force slamming him face first into the wall. 

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“Hf-!”


He couldn’t even let out much of a sound at the time, it happen so suddenly, for a moment the air in his body just was no longer there.. but he’s dealt with things like this before, he was able to recover a semi-quickly , his hand holding the side of his head as an was shut, now he was pissed.. pissed and hurt for that matter. His arm lit up with a large blue flame.. Yeah, it’ll change soon, think of it with that.. purple flame the last time we used dabi. You’ll see that soon. TvT

.....Bad move Dabi. He heard a small, amused exhale, before the smoke rising off of his blue flames started wrapping around him, condensing and growing thicker, forming ropes that bound him. They sharply turned him around, coming face to face with his captor-Kemuriiiiiiii~the hot bitchhhhhh~

“… -sigh-, Forgot you can control gasses. Didn’t expect you to turn my own quirk against me. Well played sir or ma’am.”


… Dabi how tf do you have the time to worry about misgendering her-; I mean sure you can’t quite tell yet, but still- ._.

“… Well, go right ahead. Do your little speech before you go ahead and stab my neck, I bet you have an entire paragraph written out.” 

"...." 

She stayed silent. The smoke around him tightened slightly, squeezing his chest a small bit-a warning. 

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“… Do you really think I’m afraid of death? I’ve met it several times in mine.. oh, but I believe you’ve met “plenty” of people like me, “oh, I don’t care if I die, no one will miss me”, boo-fucking-hoo.”

She scowled at him, grip tightening even more-she wasn't killing him...she wanted him to talk. 

“.. Oh, I see.. You want information you don’t have from me? Well, squeezing it outta me isn’t gonna help you, besides. Why would I help someone who won’t utter much of a word?”