continue.

                         He can feel his heart beat, not in the manner akin to when someone was still. Not when you were startled by something loud or quick moving, but rather a kind of beat that made his chest ache. 

  It throbbed, the sound ringing in his ears as his gaze met Tomura’s. Out of all the ways for them to meet, to come face to face once more it had to be like this? Izuku didn’t have back up, he didn’t have All Might, all he had was One for All. Would that be enough?

           They weren’t suppose to keep meeting. 

                                                Villains shouldn’t be free to roam as they please!

What was his agenda?                           Did he have one?                                        Would he simply bare his teeth and leave? 

                                                                                 Or would this result in a fight?

Coming.

Back.

A few months ago he'd be pulling his hair out over such a blatant reminder like this. But now? Now he has both a will and a way, and he can save that rage for when it won't shove a wrench into everything else he's working on.

"You know what I want, Midoriya Izuku. You're not as stupid as you look."

Try as he might, though, he can't resist the urge to plant some seeds of discontent into the kid's head while he's here.

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the corner of his lips quirks a little, lyrics weaving in his mind. they’re hoarse in his throat, yet still gentle; can he take the hint, ‘n just sit down? cuz i’m obviously waitin’. just do somethin’, anythin’ at all— can he take the hint, ‘n just sit down, stop starin’?

the the melody ceases with a clasp on the strings, at quirk of his brow. the note still lingers in the guitar’s sound hole, dies out to the drizzle of rain and city noise, so protruding in this small dead-silent place. “ great, that was about to get weird. you took really long, y’know that? i hope you just took a huge shit or somethin’, cuz otherwise it’d be kinda creepy, no? ” it’s clear in his eyes that he suspects the latter. shaking his head to himself ( it doesn’t shake off the grin ) he stands up, guitar left in his place on the mattress. “ imma go get us tea, cuz i’m a marvelous host. ” he winks at whatever incredulous look he’s thrown in reply.

The low, hoarse voice is almost distracting enough at first that the lyrics don't register, his face falling from quiet interest to aggravation once he pays proper attention.

Ass.

But now that the hint's been not-so-subtly dropped he picks it up, moving from the doorway to the pillow he assumes is for him. It's weird, and painfully obvious how uncomfortable he is with what should be normal everyday social interactions despite how he tries to play it off with shrugs and sarcasm. "Yeah, no, I was busy destroying the place. It's how I show gratitude." Like that.

His eyes follow Dabi as he gets up, and again he's not entirely sure what to do. So he opts to simply...make himself comfortable. He swaps sitting for lying on his back, hands behind his head, an annoyed sigh the only warning Dabi gets that this isn't too dangerous a story to share. "Small-time pests wandering around--literally. Termite quirk or something. I got word they were trying to eat into one of our storehouses, and..."