@hostica // " what the fuck is wrong with you ? " - From Dabi :3c
An unseen smile crinkled the corner of his eyes."Even a man of my genius can't understand what you mean?" Though spoken in jest, there was a hidden jab. Yes, chastising him for something he couldn't recall was bold, so he dismissed it when he looked like that.
   The amalgamation of dead skin cells and a thriving nexus sparked his relentless curiosity. Meticulously, his gaze traced every seam, every detail of the man's patchwork form, hungry to unravel an enigma. Chisaki's hand yearned to hold a scalpel to slice away.
At once, he was overwhelmed by a strong urge to distance himself from it. The sight turned his stomach, a repulsive display that almost made Chisaki recoil in horror. The smell assaulted the senses. The desire to sequester it in a morgue nearly seized him.
There was nothing wrong with him, but everything was wrong with it.
  "Do I know you, stranger?" he asked politely and amicably; though smooth, his desire to end this conversation and escape his vicinity was pressing. "You are Shigaraki's Teammate, though I don't recall your name."
