{a chapter close to 1000 words?!?!? Whaaaaaaat?! YOUR AUTHOR ISNT SO LAZY AFTER ALL!!}

Dabi was pissed.

Not only was Mange killed, Compress lost his quirk and arm and now they were making a deal for Izuku?!

"Hell no." He growled, eyes snapping towards him.

"Dabi. You are not in charge right now." Shigaraki hissed with a vile glare, red eyes pinpricks as he gazed back to Overhaul. "..we have a deal then. We get access to your quirk erasing formula and Compress gets his arm back, and you get the brat and money."

"After I get the money and this Izuku will you get what you want." He stared carefully, still holding on to his own arms, clearly still living over the time Compress almost touched him.

Shigaraki growled, in a furious whine, "We should get the stuff at the same time! That's how all trades work! This is only a little side quest in the bigger game!"

He seemed to dash forward despite the two things that had happened before, well that was until the walls caved in, a giant bird thing blocking Handman's view.

"Shig, lay off before you join Mange.." Dabi growled out, the vanguard visibly flinched at the death of their comrade.

The pale blue haired male huffed and scratched his neck again, more force tracking lines along his skin and even drawing pricks of blood.

"I don't like you.. I don't like you.." he glared at Overhaul with malice, rasping out these words with such venom most of the vanguard has to suppress a shudder. Dabi stepped forward, standing next to Shigaraki now.

"So do we have a deal or not?" Overhaul asked, stepping out from behind the bird rather casually for what he'd done.

...

The silence that lapped the warehouse was unforgiving, tension leaching off the air, choking everyone.

"Time. Give me time. I want to make sure I can trust you.." Shigaraki finally spoke, this being a rather smart decision to say the least. It was also quite surprising Shigaraki made such a mature decision too.

"FUCK THAT SHIT!" Dabi slammed a flaming fist on the bar, a black scorch make being made that Kurogiri was sure to strangle him for but at the current moment he wasn't present in the bar.

"He's already killed one of our crew and ruined the other for LIFE! How the fuck are you even considering giving Izuku to that bastard?!"

Shigaraki snickered dryly, voice cracking as if he'd never used it before, "Now Dabi, don't tell me you've gotten attached to that thing. That brat is only a pawn, he's a weapon and a thing that can easily be replaced. I don't care about what happens to it."

This was where Dabi had to step out, stomping to the door. He gripped the doorframe, the wood sizzling with smoke. "Fuck you, you heartless bitch."

He arrived back at his room, accidentally slamming his door closed once he walked in and scared Izuku half to death.

Dabi's anger seemed to melt away for the time being, "Shit- fuck, sorry Izu." He crawled over to Izuku who was now trembling on the bed, his hand held over his head in fear.

The bean seemed to calm ever so slightly as he realized it was just Dabi.

". . . W- . . W . . h y . . ?" He managed to whisper out, voice still choked off from just being back in his childhood hell.

Dabi had to contain a pissed off expression. "..just something I'm trying to convince handy out of."

Izuku seemed to stiffly nod, dripping in hesitance.

"Don't worry about it for now kid. You can sleep or whatever." Dabi sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as he tried thinking of what he could do to stop this shit.

That was until he felt the bed shift, glancing back as Izuku tentatively crawl over to sit next to him, hunched in a tense position.

"..kid?"

Dabi didn't particularly care that he was finally moving closer but was more confused on why.

Izuku seemed to relax a bit when he wasn't yelled at, instead being questioned in a gentle tone.

He slowly reached out for one of Dabi's hands, going so slow he barely moved at all. His arm trembled from the exertion he hadn't attempted in so long.

Soon his small hand wrapped around Dabi's weakly pulling it closer. He was inspecting the stitches, lightly brushing his thumb across a staple.

Dabi actually flinched, not used to such a gentle touch.

". . w - w h a . . h a p p e . . "  his weak voice trailed off but his message was clear.

Dabi smiled bitterly. "Something I'd rather not talk about."

Izuku seemed a little upset at his attempt being shut down so quickly. Dabi saw and felt a little guilty but still didn't bother to comment on it.

Slowly Izuku tucked his head and tried to bring Dabi's hand on top of it, struggling a bit from being so weak.

Dabi's eyes widened a bit before he huffed in amusement, helping it out. He was surprised on how soft the bean's hair actually was. Slowly, his hand started shifting through.

" y' . . l i k e . . a . . b r o t h e r . . " Izuku whispered out rather shyly, leaned into his touch.

Slowly his mind drifted back to Todoroki and frowned deeply, eyes watering at the thought of him.

Oh how he missed his Todochan.