It was yet another mission that had blown up in the leagues face and Tomura Shigaraki was not taking it well in fact none of the members of the league were taking it well. At the moment they were holed up in an old safehouse of his Sensei's avoiding detection from the heroes licking their wounds. 

Literally.

"Dabi stop licking that it will get infected!" chastised Mr. Compress as he grabbed a first-aid kit from the bathroom walking a limp himself.

"WHAT!? Dabi's bleeding? Dabi let me have your blood." Toga started whining. 

"Oi! Both of you Fuck off." Dabi shrugged them both off annoyed as he looked up from licking at a laceration on his forearm. 

Then he skulked off to the opposite side of the living room, past Spinner and Twice who were sitting on the couch bitching about the t.v. remote and who got to watch what or some shit. Dabi slumped in an old La-Z-Boy recliner with his long legs sprawled out in front of him. He reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket to pull out a packet of cigarettes which only had one left. He groaned aloud "Fucking figures" and then stuck the single stick in his mouth crumpling the empty packet and tossing it to the floor. Then he lifted his pointer finger a lit with a single blue flame like a Bic lighter and lit his smoke then he took a drag before exhaling.

Upon, witnessing this behavior which only led to further infuriate Tomura who was already scratching at his neck anxiously stomped up to Dabi. "Hey, fucking Scarecrow, you can't smoke that shit in my Sensei's house you'll burn the place down." Shigaraki snapped at him.

Dabi looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and blew a smoke ring in his leaders face with zero fucks given. "Newsflash, Mophead your fucking "Sensei ain't fucking 'ere so who gives a shit if and where I smoke." 

Shigaraki immediately started coughing the smoke going straight to irritate his dry throat and skin and he waved his hand to fend off the smoke. Then he looked up ruby red eyes enraged "I give a shit because I'm the goddamn your leader and you agreed to obey and follow my rules." snapped Shigaraki getting even more pissed off not even aware of the fact his nails were digging into his neck at this point.

Shigaraki then reached his hand out swiftly snatched the offending object from Dabi's grasp with a protest "Hey, the fuck you doing?" and with all five fingers disintegrated the cigarette right before Dabi's eyes sprinkling the dust and ashes in his lap. 

"Yeah, and some fucking great leader you are sending us off on these half-assed missions that fail and we have to run with our tails tucked between our legs like a bunch of pussies. Your not half the man Stain is and you sure as fuck not half the man All For One is. It's like being led by a fucking petulant child." Dabi snapped.

"I'm gonna kill you!" screamed Shigaraki snapped launching himself at Dabi in a fit of rage hands extended.

"Oh, shit!" Dabi said slipping out of the chair before Shigaraki could land on top of him and watched as the chair slowly cracked and decayed into a pile of dust and fragments .

Dabi brought out his flames then "You want to go?" he asked "Settle this once and for all?" he snarled just as aggressive.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen I understand we are all upset right now but fighting amongst ourselves won't solve anything. Why not save the fisticuffs for the heroes and not bring the roof down on our heads. Mmh. We managed to secure some food so why not settle things over a warm meal and a couple of drinks?" Mr. Compress said breaking things up before the safehouse would be left in literal, utter ruins. Missing having Kurogiri or the other "adult" present at the moment.

"Whatever you say Mr. Wizard." Dabi mumbled seeing as it got them to calm down. Dabi then went off to the kitchen to see what they had in the way of drink hoping for beer or vodka at this point.

Twice and Spinner had paused the remote argument and were staring wide eyed from the couch at the remains of the La-Z-boy. Toga had been watching the whole show unfold holding a bag of popcorn the whole time. 

"Aw, you ruined the show! I wanted to watch the fight and see who would win and collect the winners blood." Toga whined in disappointed. 

"Wouldn't the loser be most likely to bleed though? That's Hot!" yelled Twice from the sofa before resuming the remote battle with Spinner. 

"Yeah, but who wants loser blood when you can have winner blood." Toga shrugged.

"You have a point. That's Nasty" said Twice.

Meanwhile, Spinner started looking even more green then usual when all the blood talk came up.

Tomura stomped off still angry about the failed mission and upset that he had lost his cool and tried to attack Dabi and as a result lost control of his quirk. He tugged the hood of his jacket over his head and entered the bathroom slamming the door shut with a loud bang. He then looked in the mirror yanking the hood from his face. Seeing his scarred face, blood shot eyes, and the dark circles which rimmed his eyes. He hadn't slept in days. He breathed deeply in anguish and pent up frustration. Moments such as these was when he longed for his Sensei or even Kurogiri to help give him guidance or advice. Adulthood was a bitch Tomura was learning and at the moment he felt like a toddler after being dumped in the deep end of the swimming pool just barely treading water.

Tomura was having a hard time of it being without his mentor, guardian, and main support system for the second time in his life. He had thought he had developed a new family and source of support with the league but apparently it was as fragile as anything he touched. 

But Sensei and Kurogiri weren't here 'He' was and right now 'He' had a league to run. Time to once again put everything which his mentor and guardian had taught him over the years. First he needed to regain his self-control.  He then turned the cold water on full blast and started splashing cold water in his face in an attempt to get him to calm the fuck down. When his face started to feel like he had an ice quirk he switched off the water and yanked the towel from the bar and began to dry off his face. 

As he pulled the towel away he thought of the months of "progress" he had made with Dabi which had blown up in his face in less then 72 hours. He remembered when Giran their broker had first brought Dabi to the bar and he refused to share his name at the time. Tomura assumed he was being an arrogant asshole. They attempted to kill each other at first meeting if not for Kurogiri intercepting them they might've. Now Tomura who had spent his life around villains understood why Dabi still kept his name to himself.

Over that time they spent time at the bar attempting at civil conversation and drinking. Shigaraki made him a Action Vanguard leader entrusting him with a Nomu at his command. They had many late night strategizing sessions together. When plans failed they redoubled their efforts and went out on the frontlines together and rejoiced and celebrated when success was at last within their grasps. 

Then something strange started to happen in all the time they spent together Tomura found he looked forward to his company. Tomura's dry, scarred heart started beating once again when he saw those turquoise eyes look his way. The rare times Dabi cracked a genuine smile caused a warm feeling to flow throughout his system. The at first insulting nicknames suddenly took on new meaning as pet names. Dabi seemed to have a playful flirtatious side to him which would cause Tomura to become deeply flustered but he masked it well, literally using "Father" as camouflage often.

The boy who had been groomed his entire life to become the embodiment of hate and fear had fallen completely, utterly and hopelessly in love. 

Unfortunately it would most likely remain unrequited at this point especially after what had just transpired in the living room. Any relationship development and growth that had occurred over the past year had disintegrated right before his eyes like so many objects and victims had before him. He had thought Dabi had been developing similar feelings as he had but after hearing what he just shouted in the living room it was clear Tomura was once again mistaken.

It was just as well love and a relationship was not a part of his ultimate goal. Sensei would tell him it's an unnecessary emotion an impediment to his mission. Not that Sensei ever spoke of love.

Well he had burned that bridge now, as much as it hurts, it was time to go out their and make sure his action vanguard leader was still with him. 

When he was calm enough he left the room to rejoin the league and see about getting some food before going to bed. They could discuss future plans in the morning right now Shigaraki was at the breaking point and so was the rest of the league evidently. Was it safe to say the camaraderie the league had been sharing for several months now had deteriorated much like Shigaraki's own quirk when he grasped objects with all five fingers over the past few days. Because that was what the situation was at the moment with the makeshift family unit.

Accessing the room he took note Dabi was sprawled out on a loveseat drinking straight from a bottle of vodka. Long, lanky form on display. Mr. Compress and Toga were seated at the dining table eating out of take out containers and sharing in idle conversation. Mr. Compress sans Top hat and mask. Spinner and Twice were still arguing about the goddamn remote.

"Come on let's watch "Enter the Dragon." Spinner argued.

"No way I'm watching Hell's Kitchen. That shows horrible." Twice argued back.

As they fought over the remote random buttons being pounded and pressed the channels flashing back and forth. Till the remote went flying across the safe house nearly colliding with Mr. Compress's top hat. Who looked up miffed around his baclava. 

"Hey, The Wizard of Oz is on how about that! I haven't seen that since I was a kid. Let's watch this." Both of Twice's personalities agreeing for some reason.

Upon Twice's exclamation Judy Garland's mournful, crooning voice soon filled the air singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

"Ah, yes, this is a personal favorite from my own childhood." reflected Mr. Compress.

"I never watched it." Toga admitted shrugging going back to her noodles.

Tomura's ears perked up at the title of the film and the following song memories of a childhood he had long since forgotten briefly coming to mind before fading once more. Till it was shattered by a shout.

"No, way we are not watching a goddamn kid's movie." Spinner argued back.

Dabi remained laying on the couch not giving a shit swigging from his bottle of vodka gaze fixed on the ceiling. Muttered "Turn the fucking thing off already before I burn it out of existence."

Tomura had had enough of the league for one evening "Jesus Christ your all insufferable I'm going to bed." Tomura said opening what he thought was a bedroom but turned out to be an overstuffed closet. A box was disturbed on one of the top shelves and slid off smacking Tomura in the head and knocking him out cold. He collapsed to the floor along with the box and several other objects from the closet shelf. A nasty gash was left on his forehead which soon began welling with blood.

This caught the attention of the entire league who jumped to their feet at once forgetting whatever had captured their attentions including the tv which was still showing the Wizard of Oz in the background.

"Oh, my god is he dead. Yeah, I'm the captain now!" Twice cried out. 

"Can I have his blood?" Toga asked.

"Have a heart. Will ya' Freak." Dabi muttered.

"Should we take him to a hospital? I don't have Insurance." Twice asked concerned.

"Not when we're wanted villains from the law genius." said Dabi.

"What about the Doctor does anybody know how to get ahold of him?" Spinner asked concerned.

"Only Tomu-chan knows how to get ahold of him but I know first-aid." Toga volunteered.

"Well that will have to do I suppose." Spinner said reluctantly noting the glee in her expression.

"Boss, Hey Boss Tomura can ya' hear me." Dabi said gently shaking his leader while everybody else was overreacting.

"He might have a concussion be careful. Let's get him to one of the bedroom's. Dabi if you don't mind my back's been acting up lately old magician injury." Mr. Compress said leaning down to look over Tomura's prone body.

"Whatever you say Old man." Dabi said rolling his eye's at Mr. Compress's weak excuse but gently gathered his leader into his arms in a bridal carry. Then carrying him across the house to one of the actual bedrooms where he gently laid him down on the bed. Toga came in with the first-aid kit and began accessing his wound and checking him over for other injuries.

"Well the good news is he doesn't require stitches despite all the blood. The bad news is I don't know how long he'll be out." Toga said.

Spinner came in with a towel wrapped around ice "Here for his forehead. Oh god, is that blood." Spinner said turning a darker shade of green.

"Come on Lizard don't be a coward. Thought you were a follower of Stain." Dabi said smirking with a roll of his eyes.

Toga cleaned the wound and then applied a bandage applying light pressure to stop the bleeding as head wounds tend to gush. The ice was applied on top as a large welt was also forming from when the box had made impact with his head.

"D-do you think he'll be ok?" Spinner asked anxiously.

"The man's been stabbed and shot multiple times I think he can survive a bump to the noggin." Dabi deadpanned to Spinner masking his own concerns at the same time.

"Here let's get this jacket off of him and pull off his shoes while we're at it. Help him get more comfortable and we should probably find his gloves just in case he can't control his quirk." Suggested Mr. Compress.

Dabi with the help of Twice helped wrestle the jacket off of Tomura's lithe body while Toga slid his shoes off and then tugged the comforter over him. 

"It's late the past few days have been strenuous on us all I propose we all turn in for the night." Mr. Compress proposed.

"Someone should probably stay and keep an eye on him in case his condition worsens or if he wakes up or if he needs anything." Toga said thinking aloud to herself hand held up to her chin with index finger pointed out. 

Dabi looked down at Tomura noting how peaceful he looked laying their without that damn hand on his face, trying to kill him, or talking about how to bring about the destruction of hero society. He looked so young even younger than Dabi did. How old was he? Dabi looked over the various scars on his face and neck he knew how some of the newer ones were caused but wondered how the older ones were caused? It was one of the first times Dabi had ever seen his boss asleep.

"I'll do it." Dabi said without missing a beat. 

The other league members turned to look at him curiously but shrugged their shoulders deciding no big deal problem solved and stepped out heading for their respective beds. Tomura remained laying in bed unconscious with Dabi holding the towel filled with ice to his forehead. Meanwhile, playing in the background the Wizard of Oz was still going on. Dorothy's farm house was caught in the twister and being propelled up into the air being transported to the land of Oz.