I didn't edit this. But I like it so deal with it.

Also, reference is in here.

Just flipping through the daily newspaper, you couldn't help but notice that Toga was eagerly inching closer to your seat. The blonde had this mildly amused expression plastered across her face and whenever that happens that meant nothing good. You sighed and lowered the newspaper to sit upon the face of the table to follow the sadistic girl's gaze.

Besides Kurogiri drying a skinny glass with a dishrag, Dabi was fumbling with a set of salt and pepper shakers. Dabi lately would play with the salt and pepper shakers. Although you aren't exactly sure that he is in fact toying around with them, it was a norm to find him stroking the glass base of them. They has a checkerboard texture with wide divots. There isn't really much to do around the bar when there aren't missions to execute to completion. You have to entertain yourself somehow.

"What's your problem today Toga?" You shoved the blonde away since she was basically rubbing shoulders with you.

"I need a front row seat," Toga scoots her chair over just an inch and then rests her head upon her propped up hands.

"For what?" You couldn't wrap your head around this. "If you have a thing for Dabi then keep it to yourself," cause her long term crush on Stain was disturbing enough...

"Oh my interest in him is long gone," Toga proclaimed yet she was unable to peel her insatiable eyes of gold from Dabi's form.

"Then what are you doing?" You groaned.

Toga blindly smacked you in the chest. She's unable to look away! "He's gonna walk headfirst into the wall when he gets up. He does it everyday now!"

With curiosity getting the better of you, you sat back and watched Dabi closely as much as he'd probably appreciate that you wouldn't do so in the first place. Dabi sat around for a few more minutes, quite oblivious to his surroundings. He'd smack around a short glass of water on accident each time he went for a sip. It was as if he wasn't aware of where he left the cup. Kurogiri went ahead and refilled the cup too after each sip since half of the water was on the counter now. When all said and done, Dabi sat down the glass salt shaker and stood up from the bar counter to face the wall that held the exit. He began to walk and then-BAM! Dabi faltered backwards rubbing his forehead with a hiss. Toga cackled with delight.

Does he hit himself as often as Toga let's on? You could even see a faint patch in the wall where the paint had worn out.

"Quit laughing and help him," you threw Toga's chair backwards so that she planted flat upon the floor.

Dabi had to sit down on a stool from disorientation, head hung low as he groaned in pain. "You'd think I'd know where the damned wall is by now..." Dabi scolded himself.

"Something wrong Dabi?" You rested a hand upon his shoulder.

Dabi's head shot up. "Leave me alone Toga! I've had enough with you."

"Okay really, is something wrong Dabi? Toga and I don't look anything alike."

Dabi remained silent and examined you for the better part of a minute before turning away. "That's right... Sorry (Y/n)," the boy sighed.

He looks so torn... "Look here," You cupped Dabi's scarred cheeks to turn his head your direction. His cloudy eyes gazed into yours as you brushed the black strands from his forehead to reveal a bruise almost as dark as his hair. His eyes aren't as blue as I remember them... "You have a horrible bruise Dabi... And your shirt is insideout... And backwards-"

"What?" Dabi shook your hands off and grabbed at the collar of his shirt but he found nothing wrong.

"Look, is there something going on Dabi? Clearly you arent yourself. I mean I have my assumptions but I'd rather you tell me first," besides Kurogiri and Dabi himself, you're the only one in the League who's actually sane. You know he's bound to tell you something.

"How about you mind your damn business if you seriously can't figure out what's wrong with me," Dabi spun around and stomped for the exit of the bar. He only succeeded in completely bypassing the door and ramming into the wall again only to feel around desperately until it was found and he left all together.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "This is what I get for being nice," you ran after Dabi knowing full and well he shouldn't be walking around outside without someone with him. Immediately, there was a frenzy of car horns and that ignites panic within your chest. Down the alley you ran, Dabi was in traffic. Cars were dodging him and braking with ear splitting screeches all except one car. It was a yellow sports car and the man within was laying all over his horn rather than the brake.

"Dammit Dabi!" You ran out into the road! Dabi, oblivious to your presence, kept walking. Your hands sparked green with a pulsing aura as a unleashed two impenetrable glass barriers that stood ten feet in height. One to keep Dabi next to you, the other towards the oncoming car. The vehicle clashed with the green wall and flew overhead to crash behind in a mountain of flames.

"You're a dumbass," your barriers disappeared and Dabi faced you head on with anger clouding his already hazy gaze.

"Why did you follow me?" He growled over the pained cries and screams of drivers and their cars.

"Because unlike most people I care about you! Now get back to the Bar! Oh wait, you probably can't even do that."

"Now you're making fun of-" your hand stung. Dabi's head was forced the opposite direction as his cheek pulsates horribly. He swears you popped one of his staples out of place too or else his skin wouldn't be pulling apart adding more pain to top it off.

"Hand," you held out your hand awaiting his. "You're going back to the bar you blind idiot."

"Why can't you leave me alone?" He forced his hand to his separating cheek.

"I may be a villain but I was a good enough person to go out and save your ass from getting flattened by a car. Now, get back to the bar before I flatten your ass myself," and Dabi thought that Kurogiri was the mother of the League of Villains. Clearly you're the one in charge and he shouldn't poke the bear more than he already has.

Dabi let's out a breath, "I can't get back on my own."

"And that's why I asked for your hand," and there it was. Your limb was still outstretched for the boy to take. Of course Dabi took it without hesitation, with trial and error. At first he missed your hand entirely, then he grabbed your forearm, then finally your hand. You made sure he got back to base quickly and in one piece before the police arrived.

Kurogiri went ahead and made Dabi an alcohol drink since he'senduring pain and just went through a near traumatic experience. You think Kurogiri is just babying him, but whatever... Dabi's calmed down and if he's calm that means he's one step closer to coming clean.

"You better tell me everything Dabi or else I'm not stapling your cheek back together," you waved the surgical stapler before the boy's face. You're curious as to how he got his hands on one in the first place. Unless they're easy to come by?

"I've never had the greatest eyesight and now I can barely see at all," Dabi downed another mouthful of his alcoholic heaven. "I see everything as if I'm looking through a clouded shower door and clearly I'm not taking the transition well. Happy?"

"You've peeped on someone in the shower?" You cocked a brow.

Dabi paused, "that's not the point..."

"Joking!" You reassured. "The point is, you're not dead. But why didn't you say something sooner? Hope you realize you just walked head on into traffic," unless he was trying to die, Dabi should know better than to keep it a secret that he's blind now.

"I didn't want to look like a wimp. I can handle crap on my own," Dabi claimed.

"Clearly you can't 'handle crap on your own.' From now on if you want to leave this place you come to me or Kurogiri. I'll make sure to rig your clothes to make sure you don't wear your clothes inside out or backwards again-"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Dabi spoke up.

"No, no you don't," Dabi rolled his eyes to your response. "What's your problem? Got a problem with me caring about you?"

"Thank you."

"Come again?"

"Thank you for caring..." Dabi grumbled. "I wish I could've seen you flip that car for me."

"Same here!" You agreed. "I was too busy being pissed at you to actually watch the car flip out. But uh... Safe to say that jackass is dead," cause who can survive a car accident like that? Nobody I know.

"He deserved to die."

"But you're here now and that's all that matters," you leaned down and kissed his cheek. The uninjured one that is. "Now drink up. Once you're drunk I'll put your staple in."

"Wanna compete? I'm sure I can drink more than you," Dabi went for his drink and knocked it over. Kurogiri predicted this and gave him a new one, just to go ahead and begin making another just in case.

"I'll take a drink. Just one. Cause if I get full blown drunk off my ass who'll staple your big mouth back together?"

"Point made," Dabi gave you his drink while Kurogiri finished the other.

"Drink up."