his scent would flow, your nose picking it up and inhaling like its your last. his dreamy musk of rotten flesh and dirt made your heart and eyelids flutter in pleasure. oh how you wanted to cherish him. but, oh how you wanted to break him. doors and floorboards creaked as one. you hoped to go unnoticed but it seems others just have a keen eye, better than you thought. the door you had just stepped through had swung and collided with the wall, almost breaking at its hinges because of the force. of course, this startled you and now you'd been seen. surrounded by two much larger men, you had no way to wriggle out of your current position, and to your luck, the temporary invisibility quirk you had manifested from someone else was fading, making you even more visible and recognisable.

before you had time to move, a void man had quickly thrown you through one of his own detached voids, and with a yelp, you fell through, arms flailing behind to to catch yourself on the ground.

"ow, my ass.." you grumbled in a bruised pain, regret sinking in after you opened your mouth. looking down at yourself it was clear that you were clear, clear as day. "well? explain yourself." a throaty voice barked at you, his tone a neutral between anger and nonchalance. his voice muffled due to the hand he had covering most of it. his head turned now to face you. "dirty mutt doesn't know how to keep their nose out of other peoples business, huh?" a sarcastic chime flooded his speech, although you were unable to see, you could feel his brows raising high. in a sudden flash, the young man had grabbed a fist full of your hair, his index finger standing up. "speak then bitch, why are ya' here then?" he yanked your head so you were face to face. through the fingers of his hand mask, you could see his shadowed eyes. his chest heaving up and down, heavy breathing from the kick he was getting out of this. "what-, what are you talking about?" you had tried to say confidently, but you had repeated yourself in a small stutter, the opposite of confidence. the iron grip on your hair did not loosen a bit, your eyes clenching shut and the sudden spark of pain, when a female voice sprung. "hmm, shiggy please let me have a turn. you always hog intruders to yourself !" with one eye opening slowly, you looked in the general direction of the pouty voice, and stood what you assumed was a cheery schoolgirl. the more you opened the small slit of your eye, the more detail in her figure you saw, definitely not innocent or "cheery". "shut the fuck up, and don't use my name in front of 'em." he snarled at her, never taking his attention off you. with a harsh pull, he hauled you onto your feet, by the lock of hair still on his grasp. you followed suit, stumbling with your balance and seething through your teeth, doing your best not to react loud, in slight fear of what they would do.

after placing you on both feet, 'shiggy' turned his head towards someone else in the dim bar room. before you could fully open your eyes, after relaxing your tense shoulders, you were thrown towards the bar and folded over it, spluttering at the sudden force. he laughed at you, catching your breath. you lifted yourself off the bar top with your left arm, slowly tucking your right arm in, preparing the force of your next move. he took a few steps towards you and went to reach for you hair again. "silly little thing should know not to eavesdrop, you have n business being here, do ya? didya get sent by anyone?" as he finished, you swung your arm out suddenly punching the side of his face, the hand attached to it had fallen and rolled away from the pair of you. he turned his head back to your, rubbing his cheek with all but one finger, a grin rose and a small sigh left his mouth. his first reaction was to grab you, but a croaky voice from the tattered sofa in the corner of the room halted him.

 "shigaraki, its not worth it. doubt they heard anything anyway." still being pinned to the bar, you searched for him. a cloaked figure rose from the couch, and headed over to you and shigaraki. he pushed shiggy out of the way, keeping one hand pressed against your back, trapping you against the bar. "did you hear anything?" he said casually, an eyebrow raising, prompting you to answer. you kept a neutral expression, “honey, i didn't hear anything you didn't want me to,” a small chuckle followed your ballsy statement. his brows dropped, “you fuckin' brat, get out already.” “just-, deal with them dabi. don’t make a mess.” shigaraki sighed, picking the hand from the ground, and walking towards the bar, and then out of sight. he pulled you up from the bar, one hand wrapped around both of your wrists, mocking the restraint of a criminal and officer dynamic. he held you in front of him and started to walk you towards the door. “we don't have time for smartasses” he threw you out the door, cutting you one last look as you stood yourself up. "well make some time for me, hot stuff. i'm free at 8 on friday. call me," you winked at him, right before he slammed the door on you. you huffed, brushing yourself down of the small patches of dirt. in reality, you didn’t collect any information, just squabbling from the group. you weren’t sent by anyone. you were just too curious, but this time it had paid off. dabi. from what you could tell in those 40 seconds of interaction, you could see that he was taller than you, scarred a dark purple, with piercings? or staples? connecting his supple pale skin to the sensitive ridges of his scarred skin together. oh, how you wanted to run your fingers along his jaw. daydreaming of his reaction, the moment of when you would finally have him in your grasp. he would become the one thing on your mind. he infatuated you. sparked you in ways killing and violence had never done before. this was an ache. A want. a need to have him. he was your tulip. even if he fought your effort to water his roots, to keep him alive. he would always need you, or he’d perish.