Lots of stuff happened as you were leaving the prison. Dabi refused to leave your side, claiming multiple times that he could never let you leave his sight again. It didn't help that he was forced to let you use him as a crutch, but he was bearing it remarkably well.

After all, just look at the last time he had to let you lean on him... less than a week ago.

Man, you really had to try and put the brakes on with this whole 'damsel in distress' routine.

Maybe you were a bit out of it, but you were also pretty sure that the irritating hummer from next door and Meliodas had an arm wrestle that knocked down the entire building, but that would be insane, and completely out of any power level you had ever seen...

But yeah, after that... totally hallucinated event, you basically passed out.

Eventually, you found out that it had been three days since you were abducted, and your body had begun to shut down. Dabi had to force you to drink when your body started to shut down thanks to the lack of nutrition, food came later when you woke up, but it was an interesting lesson. Your body had never been pushed that far, as far as you could remember, and using your quirk that many times with no refueling in between wrecked havoc on your body.

By the time you woke up that night, you may have been in a bad way but you were alive, which seemed like a great moto for half the crap that had happened in your life. And it was all thanks to the miracle worker that was, apparently, Hagakure.

Yeah, that came out of left-field for everyone. The teenager who was almost always glued to Diane's side knew a truly terrifying amount about human biology. When you first woke up, the new guy, Ban, absolutely tried to claim that he had basically resurrected you from the dead, but Dabi was there, and Dabi called him out on his BS in about two seconds flat.

Speaking of those two...

"Would you just fuck off already?" Dabi snarled at Ban, who was standing in front of him with a frying pan in one hand, and his other hand was brushing all over Dabi's face. The man was far taller than the patchwork quilt, and quite obviously curious about the scaring.

You were far from oblivious, but the food that bad had served you, a massive plate of ambrosia as far as you were concerned. Honestly, it was really good food, but you hardly cared, it was spicy enough to burn as it went down, and it was exactly what you needed, so you were mowing through it faster than an otaku who found a new obsession.

"Oh, am I making you uncomfortable?" The sin, who was absolutely kabedon-ing Dabi, said as his tone approached max mocking levels, "You just look so interesting with those scars. It makes you look so... dangerous. And that metal? I want to steal them and see what you look like without them."

Was he threatening Dabi? Or flirting with him? Honestly, even though you had only known the fox sin for a few hours, and the man was skunk faced drunk, that seemed like something he would do.

You swallowed hard, looking down sadly at the now empty plate. It had been so good.

"I don't think that's any of your business, you fucking pervert." Those words from Dabi sounded so much like a hissing cat that you finally tore away from the plate, any dreams of licking it clean fading.

It was interesting, Ban was drunk, but the way he stood showed no dizziness, and this hand was incredibly steady. Either he held his drink really well, or he had some magic helping him out, "Actually," You piped up, deciding to intervene for both their sakes, "Those aren't scars."

It was something you had been thinking about for a minute, between random thoughts while hanging on a wall, and random thoughts when you spaced out during one of Dabi's lectures.

Dabi shot you a look, that might have been begging you to shut up or it might have been curious, you never had been the best at deciphering looks, "They're skin grafts, aren't they?"

Okay, nevermind. Dabi was not happy that you were bringing this up.

Ban moved away from his threatening Kabedon to you, setting the half-full skillet in front of you with a smile that would make so many women's knees weaken, "Oh?" He said as he leaned his illogically lanky body over the table, "And what's that? I've never heard of a skin graft before."

Not surprising... There were a lot of things the people here had never heard of... And probably never should.

Dabi snorted indignantly before walking to the door and leaving, letting the door close behind him with a bang. It seemed to be his favorite way of exiting rooms. His dramatic tendencies reminded you of a few heroes that you hated to know.

You smiled happily, as the smell from the skillet hit you. This portion was even spicier than before, which was good news for you. Spicy foods helped you recover energy so much quicker than other foods.

As you reached for your fork, the wonderful food pulled away, "Ah-ah-ah." He said with a smile that managed to look both welcoming and threatening somehow, "Information then food."

You looked over and saw Meliodas leaning against the doorframe, staring at you. He had also drunk more than should be humanly possible, but you were starting to get the sense that few people in this group were human.

"Fine," You leaned back on the stool, teetering at the edge of your balance, "Skin grafts are patches of skin that doctors take from different parts of your body when your skin is badly damaged." This didn't seem like something a bunch of drunk people would be interested in, but whatever, "Patchwork quilt over there has a flame quirk, so my guess is that either he burned himself when trying to control his quirk, or someone else burned him." It was true enough, though you tried to push back the guilt that came from talking about this. It felt like a breach of confidence.

Ban nodded and picked up his tankard with his free hand, "Quirk? Not magic?" You nodded, you could go into it, but you wanted that food before it got cold.

"Yep. Can I have that food now?"

You really shouldn't have let on that the food was what you wanted. In an instant, Meliodas was in front of you, skillet in hand "You know, I've been wondering about that."

Really? He questioned you for multiple hours on the first day you were awake, it wasn't like you were a closed book about this.

"The two of you are pretty... Guarded with things from your world." He leaned in and all you could smell was the ale he had been chugging for hours, "Why do I get the feeling that there's something you're not telling us?"

Ban nodded, a mischievous fire burning in his eyes, "Exactly. I broke out of prison yet here I am, cooking for you so you don't have to eat the Captain's crap that he calls food instead of partying as I should be. Talk."

Wow... It's like he forgot that you had been in prison too, which was more than a little hypocritical... Though prison wasn't unusual for you, even on good days. "Um..." You rolled your eyes as the two began giggling to one another, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything about my world, which would take more hours than I usually spend in any one spot because of my stupid quirk. Yeah, we've got demons, doesn't everyone?"

"I don't see you lining up to tell us about every sad thing that's happened in your lives, so why should we?"

Oh, it was nice to see your snark come out when it wasn't a bad defense mechanism. This was almost refreshing.

The drunk pair stared at you for a moment before bursting into laughter, "Damn it!" Ban sobbed snatching the skillet back, wiping his perfectly dry eyes, "I see why the guards were so hard on you!"

His acting truly was awe-inspiring.

Meliodas was more refined than Ban, but not by much, he at least had the decency to pretend to not find this funny.

"Bravo, (Y/N), You really don't have a filter, do you?"

You were gonna start throwing hands if Ban didn't give you that skillet right now. Then they'd see how little of a filter you had.

The smile you shot them was tense at best. "Yeah, thanks for letting me know. I never would've guessed without your wise council. Now can I have that food or are you going to keep teasing me with it?"

Ban placed his hand over where the black hole of a heart should be, "Should I be flattered she's threatening me for my food, Captain? I feel flattered. I've given her one big plate and yet she already wants another."

Meliodas chuckled and you saw purple. You would say you saw red like was common when people got mad, but no, a literal sheen of purple covered your vision as you glared, "Keep pushing me Ban, see what happens."

Ah yes, this was a great idea, pick a fight with the man who punched down a solid iron door in one hit and made you heavenly food.

HAnger's a real thing people.

A scoff came from the doorway, interrupting the fun scene of Ban holding the food over his head tauntingly as you strained up towards him, fists clenched and a fine lilac purple smoke beginning to float down to the floor. Meliodas may have been impressed, but it was Dabi who had scoffed, "Seriously, you've only been here for three hours and she's already smoking? You just have that effect on people."

A blue flame shuffled around his hand and he strode in, making direct eye contact with you, "Maybe having this idiot around is a good way to get us home quick

Oh, did he want to play?

The smoke thickened around you as your glare deepened. "Thanks for your input, oh wise Patchwork quilt, but weren't you throwing a temper tantrum? Go away." The sins in the room laughed, and you took that moment to swipe the much cooler skillet out of Ban's hands. Yes, he allowed you to grab it but as you sat back down heavily, a forkful already in your mouth, you didn't care.

Perhaps life would be kind to you from now on, and you would never use your quirk so many times in a row again.

A small hum of satisfaction came from you as you smiled. You had no idea what this was, but it was edible, and it even tasted good, so you were happy.

Ban sat heavily, only just managing to not fall out of the seat the moment he hit it, "Okay, but seriously, what's the smoke about?"

Dabi rolled his eyes and moved to sit down as well, while Meliodas left to join the rest of the group, which included Hagakure (was that a tankard in her hand? Was she drinking?! She was a MINOR?!?!?), Diane, and Elizabeth.

Slight anxiety attack non-withstanding, you did your best to ignore the illegal drinking, and shook your head, shoving another bite into your mouth, "Mmpht blrgh." You considered for a moment, "tbobe flarargphbortaty mleph."

The two in front of you looked equal parts disgusted and confused, which hand you forcing down a smirk.

There had been very little you could do in your law-abiding family when you growing up if Tensei and Tenya were pissing you off. You never felt comfortable rocking the boat too much, so you did one of the few things you could think of.

Speaking with a mouth full of food.

You made sure that they couldn't see the food in your mouth, but it drove both your brothers nuts. It wasn't a mature or logical thing to do, which was the opposite of an Iida's calling in life, but it was satisfying.

After a moment, and just enough time to engrave their irritated looks into your permanent memory, you swallowed and leaned back, "Seriously though, I'm honestly not sure. It's just a byproduct of my quirk, it always has been. No one in my family is sure where it came from."

That... wasn't technically true. even as you said it, you could see the yellow eyes and dark purple smoke of another person. He had been so familiar to you.

The memory of the small bedroom closet filled your mind again. It was so vivid, even though you had forgotten it until that point you had no idea it existed. You could almost smell the Bergamont that always seemed to cling to Giri.

Which made no sense.

Dabi stared at you for a moment. He'd been there, he saw your reaction to Giri, he had to have some idea that you weren't being truthful.

You didn't know what your connection was with Giri, but if the purple smoke was anything to go by, it was a tad bit closer than just a babysitter or a family friend.

As much as you wanted to continue pondering it all evening, that simply wasn't a choice. You looked down at your hands, which were no longer emitting purple smoke. You had so many questions and exactly zero answers right now.

Someday, you'd figure it out, but until then, you'd have to be content with being in the dark.

"Say, (Y/N)?" Ban said, a goofy smile immediately making you cautious, "Have you ever had ale before?"

You looked between him and Dabi, who was currently rolling his eyes (where did he get that tankard? He didn't have that when he came in.). You were old enough to drink, but it was just never something you did... Should you have?

"...No?" What should have come out as a simple statement sounded far too unsure, but it had everyone in the room gaping.

Ban leaned forward, and Dabi just cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" You shrugged, "The topic never came up, so I've just never tried any."

"Ale?" Ban broached, looking offended and curious.

You shook your head, "No, alcohol. It doesn't smell great, so why drink it, right?"

The two, who didn't like each other, shared a look, "Oh, that's got to change." Dabi said, a grin slowly beginning to cover his face.

Had you just made another mistake?