#psticide

Just stares at Overhaul for an uncomfortably long time, not saying anything. One of his favorite hobbies was finding different ways to get under one’s skin, and for this one in particular he took to simply observing him casually with not a word to be said. See how long before Dabi’s gaze feels uncomfortable and makes one’s skin crawl with it’s intensity

Rei finds herself anxious, purse sat in her lap as she tries and keep her quirk from frosting over the strap of her purse from her nerves. It had been a rocky road getting to this point, having finally proven herself mentally competent to have access to the Todoroki finances once more. She had decided to use the new resources at her disposal to truly start fresh, including doing away with the doctors she had been subjected to for years. 

Instead, one of the lesser known nurses had suggested this particular doctor and clinic for her to visit, and while pricy Rei hadn’t exactly found anything amiss. It seemed like a respectable practice, and surely Enji-Endeavor’s reach didn’t extend to every medical branch or facility. 

No more pills being shoved at her or the same questions about the incident repeated over and over every single day as if it would change what happened or her answer- No.

No she was doing quite better, and was making a new start for herself and her family.

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“  this didn’t have to happen.  ”   (from the injury/attacker meme but go wild with it!)

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

That’s the only thought that repeated itself in Naomasa’s mind, over and over again like a broken record as he struggled to push himself off of the ground. His palms stung where they’d dug harshly into gravel and who knows what else, blood and dirt painting a horrid picture on the surface of his skin.

He told his subordinate not to follow, and to not under any circumstances engage the young crime lord. He’d said it as they left the precinct, and he’d said it again upon actually spotting the man on the street. But one thing led to another, and here he found himself now. Hardly able to hold himself up in some back alley, out of sight and out of mind for most anyone that would possibly be able to help.

Naomasa lifted his gaze up to Overhaul, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his unmoving colleague out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t, not right now. Not when his own life may very well still be at stake.

There will be a time for grief later.

It’s three days later when Dabi finally resurfaced from wherever he disappeared off to, only to be found dozing in Chisaki’s office. After convincing (really threatening to torch the place down or worse tell Chisaki that he was being disrespected in Chisaki’s own place) the thug that had been guarding the gangster’s office to be allowed inside. He had no doubt the piss poor excuse for security had fled to go inform Chisaki of his arrival, so the villain deigned to take a seat in one of the office chairs.

He had no idea how long he would be waiting for, so the villain slips off his jacket to instead drape it along himself much like a blanket as he made himself comfortable. With having kept to his duties of seeking out new recruits and torching those unworthy to the cause and digging up information in the underworld, on top of discussing further plans with Shigaraki while also ensuring Toga and Twice remained safe and on track, the pyromaniac was quite exhausted.

Which is how the villain finds himself dozing off, a piece of folded paper in hand that was to be used as his excuse for his impromptu visit. Just a list of supplies he and Shigaraki had gone over, nothing too grand or extraordinary that would raise eyebrows on what they needed such supplies for, but also nothing completely mundane that would be considered a waste of time for the Yakuza to procure. An organized list of certain medications (mostly painkillers that weren’t on the legal market), mechanical tools and parts to keep maintenance on Compress’ prosthetic arm, and a request for a small supply of weapons (mostly knives for Spinner and Toga). Just enough to avoid suspicion, as these were items that the League couldn’t exactly go out in public and procure for themselves without being noticed, considering their faces were beginning to be plastered everywhere.

As soon as Dabi had sauntered into the room he could sense the shift in atmosphere, something tangible and heavy and tense hanging in the air as he approached the Yakuza boss. The two had been at their song and dance, their game of cat and mouse for weeks now, and each time Dabi left it felt like he still had the upper hand. Right now though, he didn’t like the near mirth he could see reflected in the golden gaze of the gangster, as if he was lording over something that Dabi didn’t know.

Had he found out that he and Shigaraki had simply set up an elaborate game with him to ensure his downfall? Had Toga and Twice accidentally let some important intel slip and thwarted their plan they had set for the long haul?

Each question burned in his mind, chaotic thoughts hidden behind a steely, sapphiric stare as he kept his inner turmoil a closely guarded secret. Something about this wasn’t right, his instincts were telling him that he was in some sort of danger. Despite this, Dabi opted to remain cool and composed, as if the gangster’s smugness did not phase him at all.

The villain isn’t able to help his tensioning posture as Chisaki approaches, eyes widening almost imperceptibly as Chisaki reaches a hand out and touches his stapled cheek with a bare hand. He wasn’t stupid, this gesture right here was meant as a threat, a warning. Whatever the gangster had on him, he knew that Dabi would probably become volatile.

And his fears are completely proven terribly correct as that cursed name falls from the bastard’s lip, his own lips pulling back into a menacing snarl, stretching out the seams and pulling at the staples as he all but bares his teeth at the gangster. That name, that wasn’t him anymore! More importantly, who the hell had he found out Dabi’s identity of the man he used to be, of his previous life?! Dabi can’t even pretend to be of the mind to try and act like the name meant nothing, as if he had no inkling as to what Chisaki was referring to because there was no possible way he could have found out-

Unless he went directly to the source...To his family. No, to Touya’s family.