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It was an accident. Really, Shouta wasn't even certain as to how it happened. He had just been trying to catch a villain when it happened, and it somehow ended up like this. However, as he stared at the teenager who looked suspiciously like Pro Hero Endeavor, he knew already that it was too late to turn back now.
"How about we start with your name?"
The teenager on his couch glared in response. Oh well, it was worth a try. But never let it be said that Shouta wasn't petty. He was, in fact, very petty when it came down to it.
"Sparkles, then," he decided to call the teen. He saw flickers of blue rise from the teen. So, Sparkles had a flame quirk that was blue. Interesting. Shouta could work with that. "So, Sparkles, here are your options. You can either tell me why you were on the streets making deals with villains when you can't be any older than eighteen," the glare from the teen hardened, "or you can be brought to the police," technically what Shouta was supposed to have done in the first place, "or you can stay here for an undetermined amount of time."
Under no circumstances was he releasing Sparkles back to the streets, when he was clearly a minor, where he could collude with more villains. He was a Pro Hero and, as of this upcoming school term, a teacher.
The teen glowered in response. Shouta remained silent, allowing the boy time to think. Teenagers were difficult, and Shouta was going to have to get used to them so he figured he may as well start practicing.
Finally, after a few more minutes - seven, to be exact - the teenager spoke. "Guess we're roommates then. You can call me Dabi."
Dabi? The teen really wanted to be called cremation? Why the hell would a teenager choose tha-
He stored that train of thought for later. Given how stubborn this "Dabi" seemed to be, Shouta guessed that pressing his luck would be counter-intuitive at the moment. He'd need to earn the kids trust, clearly. Pressing for too much information right now could very likely end up with his apartment going up in neon blue flames and that would just be annoying. He'd rather not have to explain to Nezu that he'd be moving into the teacher dorms due to accidentally collecting a teenage arsonist.
"Alright then, Dabi. You can have the room down the hall to the left. Mine's directly across from it, the bathroom is the door at the end of the hall." Dabi stood and started to storm off, but thankfully halted as Shouta continued. "And don't burn anything down if a loud mouth blonde comes in unannounced, he's a friend of mine and we'll both end up deaf if you do."
The teen appeared to have an air of surprise. Had he been expecting a threat of being shipped off to jail if he did? Shouta was irritable, yes, but he wasn't cruel. He knew how tempting it could be to cause Hizashi bodily harm, he wouldn't get rid of the teen for being spooked.
Before he could voice any questions, a slam of a door let Shouta know Dabi had gone to his new room.
With a groan, the man stood and made his way to the kitchen. He needed coffee...and maybe some vodka.