Work Text:
”Do you ever think about all the things we’ve lost over the years?”
”Now where did this come from, brat?”
”Nowhere important, it just popped into my brain.”
”Things like that don’t just ’pop into your brain’. You’ve been thinking about this for longer, haven’t you?”
”…”
”I rest my case.”
”Are you planning on answering anytime soon, crazy?”
”Why should I answer to you?”
”Please. Just this once, do as I ask.”
”…”
”Dabi?”
”Fine…”
”Thank you.”
”I don’t really think of the fact that I’ve lost people, things or spaces I had thought of as mine.”
”You don’t?”
”I don’t. All I think about is the loss to use my quirk even better. All I think about is my frankenstein body, falling apart at the seams.”
”Thank you for sharing that with me.”
”…”
”…Do the scars hurt?”
”Yeah.”
”How much?”
”All the time. If I wasn’t already numb to the feeling of my body burning, and if my nerve endings hadn’t been more then half burnt off, I would be screaming.”
”…”
”What?”
”You need help…”
”I suppose.”
”Will you get it?”
”No.”
”Alright, crazy.”
”I’ll go smoke.”
”You do that.”