After a rather ruthless lecture from Fatgum, the police and even the chief of police properly apologized to Fumi and Dabi, firing the rookie cop and having the detective taken off the case. As they sat around the table Dabi made sure to sit next to Fumi and keep a close eye on her at all times. He wasn't used to playing nurse but considering she literally used herself as a human shield, he did the best he could as a way of gratitude. He handed her some gum so she could stay awake while the meeting progressed. Dabi explained the plan shigaraki made, as well as when it would take place.

Shigaraki had planned to do it at the Yokohama stadium during the the match between the bay stars and an Australian team. It was meant to cause a rift between countries as well as heroes turning against one another .

"The stadium?! That one houses like 50 thousand people!" Gawked Fatgum.

"72,000." Corrected Dabi as he handed them the picture he took he took from his phone. There it showed which villains would be involved, what time they'd show up, and what their job would be.

"Jesus, we're gonna have to call the best of the best for this mission." Muttered the chief of police.

"What if we just cancel the game?" Offered one of the cops.

"And have the people riot?" The detective remarked. "The people are gonna create a stir, and the league are probably still going to want to pull this off and then we won't know where they'll do it. No we have to keep this a secret, and the day of the game we'll knock them down before anyone is allowed in the stadium so they'll be safe."

The police were all in agreement as well as Fatgum. Fumi nodded, agreeing with them.

"Now, onto Dabi's sentencing." Remarked one of the cops. Fumi held onto his hand, squeezing it tight as she listened to them talk about options. For once Dabi didn't flinch, welcoming her affection. He was worried about his sentencing. If he really does get sent to Tartarus he has to wear a quirk cancelling collar. And without his quirk he's just a burn victim in a prison of the worst criminals of all time. Of course he was scared.

"He has committed several crimes and should be processed and charged like we do any offender." Argued the chief of police.

"Keep in mind he is helping us with what will probably be the biggest cases in all of your careers. That merits time off. Especially if he will also be cooperating during the rest of the mission." Added Fatgum.

"That's true." Added the new detective. "Then only a few years in prison instead of decades?"

"Hold on." Added Fumi, her eye bags fitting her wonderfully from how tired she looked. "Have any of you considered the dangers of him being in prison? He's already said the league is looking for him. They think he's gonna try and either send the plans to you guys or sell it to someone. The second they find out where he is they're gonna send someone after him. He literally betrayed the league. They don't let bygones be bygones."

"Then what do you suppose we do? We can't exactly put him in witness protection if we need to keep contacting him."

"....what if we try house arrest?"

"House arrest?" The men said together, including Dabi. All of them had their eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yeah, this is his current residence. He'll be a roommate and I'll keep an eye on him. You can put the ankle monitor on him to be sure he doesn't leave the house. This way the league has no idea where he is and you'll have easy contact with me which will give you easy contact with Dabi."

"How can we be sure he won't run?"

"Because if he does I will catch him myself and turn him in to the police and leave his future in your hands. He knows that will put this mission in jeopardy and will stay in this house until he is finished with his sentencing."

The police grumbled before nodding their heads. "He will begin serving his time here then. As we follow through with his case the courts will decide how long his sentence will be. If after the mission he is sentenced a longer time than he has stayed here then he will be moved to a prison. Until then he will remain here. I will have a package for you to install his ankle monitor. If it is not installed by noon tomorrow you will both be in serious trouble." Finished the chief of police. She nodded and thanked the police before they all made their way out. Fatgum led the police to the door before stopping to look at his dear friend.

"You sure you're gonna be okay Fumi? You must be really tired by now."

"It's okay, I'm just gonna take a nap for a bit. You go on ahead. I'll head upstairs for now." She said before Fatgum took his leave.

"Keep an eye on her for me please. She doesn't know the idea of asking for help." He asked to Dabi before leaving.

When the door was closed Fumi headed upstairs, ready for a decent sleep. Before she could reach the first step however Dabi already had his hand on her waist.

"You're not going upstairs by yourself."

"I'm fine."

"You're already falling asleep just talking to me. Just hold on to the rail. I'm not gonna get lectured by your big ass hero friend."

"He scared you huh?" She chuckled, knowing how intimidating he can be at times.

"No. I just don't like lectures." He said as they made their way up."

"Uh huh, sure."

They went to her room where she took off her sweater and looked for a pajama shirt. Her bloodied sweater fell to the floor as she looked in her drawers. Dabi felt his cheeks heat up as he saw her nonchalantly reveal herself to him. He quickly turned to look elsewhere to give her an ounce of privacy.

"Jesus! At least close the door." He said as he turned away from her.

"Sorry!" She said as she covered herself with a baggy shirt. He shut the door as he struggled to keep the image out of his head. He saw Fumi's long hair cover most of her back side and when she turned he could see her light blue bra perfectly filled to the brim with her breasts. She wore a small necklace, and the thought of her wearing nothing but that necklace and her panties was awakening something new in him. Like a small flame being lit inside the empty hole in his chest.

She opened the door, wearing a baggy shirt and some shorts.

"Thanks Dabi, sorry I scared you. I forgot to close the door." She said with a yawn. He walked into the room, watching as Fumi went under the covers. "Aren't you coming?" She asked as she tapped on the other side of the bed.

"I'm not tired."

"You fucked up your arms though." She said before yawning. It was true. Anytime he uses his quirk he ends up having his skin feel very sensitive as well as a sensation of pins and needles poking his skin. He opted for his human sized Tylenol. He went under the covers as well, hoping her quirk can ease the sensitivity he had in his arms.

"Sweet dreams." She mumbled before moving closer to him, her arm around his waist as she laid her head on his chest.

"That's a little...close don't you think?" He asked, uneasy about this level of closeness she was giving him.

"Closer we are, the better you feel. Now shhhh, I'm sleepy."

"What the hell do I do while you nap then?"

"Nap."

"Fucking figures."

He looked down to see his human painkiller was already asleep. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering how he could let himself be stuck in such a predicament. He's going to be under house arrest for God knows how long, and his only sanity is....also his human painkiller. A sigh left his lips as he opted to watch his little Tylenol sleep on him. As he felt the stinging sensation leave his arms, he settled one arm on her back, gently rubbing where the bullet should have left from, hitting him as well. How fast did she have to regenerate for the bullet to not pass through her? Considering how close range they were it would've been easy for him to still get shot, albeit not a life threatening wound but still.

He sighed again, wondering what was to come of him in the future. Society wouldn't accept him so readily for sure, and neither would villains if he chose to go back. He's a rat to the villains so they would never welcome him back. So far the only people who've treated him like a normal person have been Fatgum and Fumi. Mostly Fumi. She teases him, cooks for him, lectures him. She... makes his day easier. She definitely makes it interesting.

He felt his eyes begin to close, an impromptu nap forced on him beginning to make its way. He shut his eyes while his hand stayed on Fumi's back. Nothing could be heard in the home except for Fumi and Dabi soft sleeping breaths.