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”I’m so fucking done with that crusty bastard.”
”What?”
”I hate that flaky motherfucker. I want to burn him to a nice and juicy crisp.”
”Do you really hate him, crazy?”
”What sort of question is that? Of course I hate him. Don’t you?”
”Well, I don’t. He may not be ideal company, but he doesn’t deserve your ire.”
”Doesn’t he? All he ever does is pester me about my real name and my own plans that have nothing to do with him. It’s annoying.”
”Is it really, or are you just not used to someone actually caring about what you’re feeling?”
”Hahahahahaha!!”
”What now, maniac?”
”You have some nerves for a brat!”
”What do you mean?”
”He doesn’t care about me! No one in the league does!”
”I highly doubt that.”
”Well, don’t doubt it any longer! All they all care about is their own plans coming to fruition! Nothing about me is important to them, except my quirk!”
”Why are you projecting your own thoughts into other people’s psyches again?”
”Shut up! I know I’m right, I don’t need you to doubt me!”
”Fine, live in your make believe world where everyone hates and despises you, see if I care!”
”See, you don’t care for me either!”
”Do you want me to?”
”…”
”…Dabi?”
”No.”
”You know that’s not true.”
”Go away, hero brat.”
”Fine, but just this one time.”