#xcoriate01

He bumps into him late at night, a little past midnight but his eyes catch the strange look even in the dark. Nor the stare he gives or the words are really made of malice but... 

“ Your face is weird. “

Dabi’s quirk limitations have been absolute hell. What could he possibly do with tiny fireballs that he could create merely five times a day? That’s not going to fucking scare anyone nor will it be enough to incinerate whoever he deems a personal inconvenience to him. It’s almost as though this shithole of a world knows exactly what he’s capable of and doesn’t plan on letting him get away with it.

❝Fucking assholes.❞ An indignant mutter slips past his lips with no specific person in mind to direct his curse at. He still has yet to figure out who is behind all this bullshit. 

❝Hm?❞ His aimless trek comes to a halt when he catches sight of a familiar deathly pale figure walking out of the nearby store. He narrows his eyes in suspicion and takes a few more steps for closer inspection. He knows that mop of grey-blue hair and almost sulking posture anywhere— he’s seen it more than he prefers.