Dabi stared at the door, wondering if the little medic hero would come back in and say it was just a joke. Or that she would apologize for raising her voice at him.

To be fair he yelled at her too. But he's used to his yelling. He didn't expect her to do the same to him. Not when she's always so playful. He must have really set her off for her to be so upset. But she set him off too! He told her not to do that and she did anyways.

He wouldn't have gotten caught and wouldn't have gone to Tartarus. She made that whole mess for no reason. If the cops get there at one he'd have more than enough time to leave. He stormed off to grab his white shirt from the laundry. Miraculously she had gotten the blood off of it without leaving stains. He shook his head as he made his way back to the door, leaving nothing of his to prove he was ever there.

That damn hero knew better than to live with a villain.

Right?

He paused, his hand only a few inches from the doorknob. He could leave, he knew he could. It's just a few more steps. But this place; the comfy bed he'd long forgotten ever existed, the warm and fresh food she would always make, the sense of peace and warmth in this home. And her. That damn hero. She was kinder than anyone he's ever met in a long time. She was sincere, weird, and absolutely...

He couldn't find the word. No one word seemed to describe her well enough. She was a brat definitely. But also sweet. Tooth achingly sweet sometimes. She was, stupidly generous.

"Fuck who leaves a villain in their house?" He exclaimed to himself, wondering if this is some sick reverse psychology to behave.

"Does she know how easy it'd be to steal this shit?!" He said, grabbing a large scented candle from the table. Upon realizing this doesn't hold much value he set it back down.

"Fucking Christ she leaves me in her house and doesn't expect me to take some shit or burn it down." He muttered to himself before heading upstairs to her room. He grabbed the jewelry box, looking for anything of value before escaping. He frowned as he saw her few luxuries were cheap and fake. Her pearls were plastic, her diamonds were fake, even her perfumes were off brand. He place the jewelry box back in its place before taking a step back to fully take a look of the room.

The room, was made on a budget. The dresser looked old, probably thrifted. The bed frame looks old too. Her only things of value are probably her kitchen utensils. This girl was either broke or used to be being broke.

He sighed, more tired than frustrated. He couldn't even steal from her to leave a sting. He headed back downstairs, at least to leave so he won't have to see the cops.

That's why I put my job in jeopardy!

"Fuck." If he left and the cops don't see him, she could lose her job. All because she put her faith on a villain. Well not a villain, just Dabi.

He fought internally with himself, debating if he should run or stay so she can at least keep her job. And if he runs he's not guaranteed a safe place for the night. Damn it.

So, he did the one thing he could do.

He saw the sinks still full of dishes "soaking", the floor hadn't been cleaned in probably a week, and for fucks sake the towels have been in the dryer since he's been there.

So he stress cleaned. He grimaced as he washed the dishes, clumping them together on the counter before drying and putting them away. Then he grabbed the broom and swept around the first floor, grumbling to himself about her careless acts. She can wash his shirt and even get the damn stains out of it but she can't even wash her own towels and put them away. She can feed him fresh breakfast but never packs a lunch for herself. And she put her stupid job on the line for someone she barely met!

He furiously mopped around the house, still grumbling on how stupid she could be to trust some villain. Even if that was offensive to him. Once he finished that he folded the towels and put them in the linen closet. Once that was done, Dabi was still feeling irritated and most chores were done. So, without knowing what else to do, he went to the kitchen. If he kept doing nothing with his hands he was probably gonna set something on fire. And a lot of the things in her house look flammable. He grabbed some potatoes and peeled them before chopping them into neat squares first, before just angrily slicing them into random bits.

He froze as he heard the door unlock, hearing Fumi enter the home. He peered from the corner, watching as she glumly set down her bag and scarf. But as she went to take a step forward their eyes locked. Her sullen eyes morphed into ones of hope.

"You....stayed?" He looked away, unsure if he wanted to stay or if he just lost track of time.

"And you cleaned???" She exclaimed, eyeing the clean floors, and admiring the empty sink as she entered the kitchen. "I'm so happy you decided to stay!!" She cheered, rushing into a quick hug. Dabi felt his entire body stiffen. He's not a touchy person. "Oh sorry! I forgot." She said as she pulled away. It was strange. She irritated him, and yet he had no intention of causing her harm. It was like he didn't want any harm to come to her in the first place.

"S'fine."

"You were cutting potatoes? Aww thanks for getting a head start on lunch! You want mashed potatoes?"

'aw fuck it, I can stay a little longer.' he thought as he saw the medic hero smiling her indestructible smile.

"Sounds good."

"Could you pass me the pork in the fridge? I can whip up a quick meal before they get here. I don't care how many badges they have I'm not feeding them all." He smirked as he opened the fridge. A hero who hates cops. What a world we live in now.

She hurried to slice the pork, season it, and toss it onto the pan while she boiled the potatoes. Dabi opted to stay in the kitchen, watching the little hero zoom around the room as she made lunch.

"So what's going down princess? With the cops?"

"Huh? Oh! So the cops will be here at one. The lead detective will be there as well as a few cops as witnesses and 'backup'. I swear they're a bunch of pussies the moment anyone says villain. But anyways, my hero buddy will be coming too. He's on our side so if anything looks fishy he'll tell the cops to shape up or ship out. We need the best for this mission and if they can't handle one ex villain then they can't be a part of the mission. You're gonna tell them about Shigaraki's plan and they might try to ask for extra info like any extra hideouts where they could catch the league, connections, stuff like that. But! We are gonna use that as leverage to get you reduced or removal of all jail time! We'll negotiate with my hero buddy when they get here."

"Okay, so....let's say things go well. They reduced or get rid of sentencing and the mission is on a roll. Then what?"

"Well, you'd probably either be in a detaining unit or staying here with me. IF you were to go to jail, you'd be serving your sentence while the mission is on so by the time the cops get all the glory, you'll be out and able to live a free life. But I'm going to do what I can so you can stay here. Detainment units aren't fun and I bet jail is less fun."

"You'd be right."

"Yeah, well jail is a hit or miss really?"

"Princess, are you telling me, a villain-"

"Ex villain."

"Whatever. You're telling me you've been to jail?"

"Yup! This pristine hero spent a night or two in jail. Luckily I'm not a big shot hero or it would have made the front page. But man, let me tell you Fatgum was NOT happy when he found out." Dabi sat on the stool that was in the corner, his interest piqued.

"So what's the story?" Fumi sighed as she strained the potatoes before mashing them.

"Well, it was my 21st birthday-"

"Figures."

"Hold on! It gets better believe me. Anyways, it was my 21st birthday and someone in my group of friends decided we should go to a bar. That was the same day I found out I don't like bars."

"Most bars aren't worth it."

"Exactly! Like I'd rather just go to a restaurant and get beers or cocktails there. The food would be so much better too! Anyways, they tell me all these new cocktails I should try. I try a few, I feel a bit wobbly, and I decide that's enough drinks for tonight."

"Smart."

"And it would have been! If somebody didn't order me a shot of tequila. I guess they took a look at my last name and thought tequila was my best friend."

"Your last name?"

"Yeah, it's Alvarez. I'm half Japanese and half Ecuadorian."

"That's new information."

"Yeah, puberty was not a great time with those mix of genes. Anyways, by then I'm most definitely tipsy and with the shots I'm officially drunk. We're having fun when one guy tries to flirt with a friend of mine while his buddy flirts with me. To be frank I can be flirty when drunk but damn if you're ugly I'm not flirty at all. So I didn't flirt back with his friend and that's when I see him put something in my friends drink." At this point Dabi straightened his posture, knowing what that something in the friend's drink would be.

"You see," she started as she poured the milk into the pot with the potatoes already mashed, the pork sizzling in the pan. "Sober me would have given him a talking to, and held him down while someone calls the cops."

"And drunk you?"

"....drunk me....might have tackled him and broke his nose. And a few ribs. And forced him to drink my friend's drugged cocktail."

"Damn princess!" He said, unable to hide a small laugh.

"Needless to say the cops disapproved more of my actions than his. He attempted to take me to court but luckily a friend recorded what happened and got a video of him reacting to the drugs so they said if he went through with the case then they would make the video public. I didn't make bail the first night though. My friends didn't have a lot at the time and when I called Fatgum....he was so upset he almost cussed."

"Almost?"

"He hates cussing. And he refused to pay my bail and I was still drunk so he had me sleep it off in jail to teach me a lesson. And you know what? Night one was scary. Imagine a scary new place and on top of that your vision is blurry and you can't run fast without falling because you're drunk. Night two wasn't bad though. While Fatgum was heading down to the station to pay I was talking to a few prostitutes. They were forced into addiction and forced to work but they were still sweet. They talked to me about their kids and I gave them some advice. They were nice ladies just in unfortunate circumstances. I made bail and walked out. And the Fatgum smacked the back of my head before getting dumplings with me."

"So...wait a second."

"Lunch is ready!"

"You got in a bar fight-"

"Actually you can't call it a fight if he didn't hit me back."

"You got in a bar fight, with a guy who tried to drug your friend, and you sobered up while talking to prostitutes?"

"They were very lovely ladies." She said as she served the plates and passed one to him.

"Jesus that's a hell of a night." He said as he followed her to the dining room.

"Yeah, learned a few life lessons from that."

"Like what?" He asked as they both took their seats.

"Don't get drunk in public. Now come on, we gotta eat before they get here. If they're hungry they can order some pizza."

"You truly are an enigma princess." He said before digging in to his meal.