Feels Better {Dabi x Deku}

Death Wish

Dabi's POV

I woke up to the intense scuffling of the body sleeping next to me, as he inched his way out of bed. "Where ya going?" I mumbled, only to be ignored as he shoved on his training clothes from across the room. A few minutes later I heard the soft click, of the door closing as I lay awake in the room, completely alone.

He'd only been away for a little while when I could feel the perils of boredom and loneliness creeping in. "Looks like I'm gonna get some training in today too." I muttered, and I fell on the floor and tossed on a hoodie, not bothering to check what I looked like.

I wandered the hallways, almost immediately realizing I had no clue where the hell the training room even was. Serves me right for not paying attention...

Suddently, my thoughts were interrupted by the incessant yells (which personally sounded more like a child whining) of someone in a room nearby. Peeking through the window, I stepped back, tripping over my own feet in shock. As I laid on the floor, my ass quietly bruising, I panted, unbelieved at what I'd just seen.

Was THIS the fucking "training" Izuku's been doing all this time? Was THIS who he really is?

I blinked the rage out of my eyes as I staggered back onto my feet, and peered into the window again. Izuku looked angry, his arms waving around as he yelled at a fuming Bakugo.

By this point, I was even more confused than before.

I continued watching as I crouched in the dark, thankful for the heavy clouds concealing the sunlight. Despite this absolute shit-fest of a morning, one thing was clear-- Bakugo had a fucking death wish.