"You really didn't have to come help me with the shopping, guys..." I said nervously as I looked between Amajiki and Kirishima. The latter was casually leaning against the bar of the trolley, whilst the former was just standing and staring at a colourful box of cereal.
"It really isn't a problem, (Y/N)! A real man lends a helping hand!" Kirishima announced cheerfully, whilst the ravonette nodded in timid agreement.

I'm thankful...but...not when I'm buying for a clan of criminals...

"S..so...what do you need?" Amajiki asked, and I quickly pulled the large, handwritten list from my pocket.
"Um...let's see..." I scanned the first few requests; unintentionally flinching as Kirishima came over to read over my shoulder. "Milk...eggs...and..."
"Why do you need five litres of disinfectant..?" He raised a perplexed brow, and even Amajiki seemed mildly curious. Sweatdropping, I shrugged and rammed the sheet of paper into my shirt.
"Well...you know how mothers are! A clean home is a happy home!" I laughed forcefully; scuttling off to the refrigerated isle to get the first two items with the red-head whilst my classmate went to retrieve the disinfectant.
"What sorta milk? Low fat, no fat, full cream, high calcium, high protein, soy? Light, skim, omega 3, high calcium with vitamin D and folate, or extra dollop?" I couldn't help but deadpan at Kirishima, who had the cheesiest grin plastered on his cherub face.
"Um...I just want milk that tastes like real milk?"
(This is literally from an Aussie ad for milk. I couldn't help myself. It's art.)

"Just one?" He queried; placing one in the trolley.
"Uh...maybe...seven..? Please?" I knew it was a horrible idea to let them tag along, but I knew I'd have no chance of carrying everything home by myself, nor could I have requested a warp gate straight from the supermarket.
"Upping the calcium! Love it!" Kirishima chuckled; loading the rest into the steel tray. "What's next?"

Oh, lord...please don't make me say it..!

"Um...well..." I cleared my throat and puffed out my chest. "Twelve jars of instant coffee...nine bags of salt and vinegar crisps...two bags of cool ranch Doritos...five loaves of bread...a jar of both crunchy and smooth peanut butter...eight packs of toilet paper...and two onions..."

What the actual..?

Kirishima's eyes bulged as he processed what I'd just read out before a wary smile formed.
"Wow...that's a...strange list..."
"I know, I know...but that's what mum wrote..." I hated lying. It wasn't in my nature, but I'd made a promise. I swiftly tore the list into three sections; handing two to Kirishima and keeping one for myself. "You give that to Tamaki, and we'll get this done in a jiffy! Please and thank you!" I blew him a harmless kiss and darted off; hurriedly scanning the last few items.

•4 Litres Avocado body wash
•18 blank DVD discs
•7 plums (no more no less)
•Cashews (not salted - I need to watch my cholesterol)
•K̶n̶i̶f̶e̶
•That thick, eggy alcohol stuff
•Thin mints
•As much sugar as you can carry
•Eggnog! I meant eggnog!

I honestly wanted to cry a little. If this was going to continue, I'd need to seriously rethink my training regime. I couldn't always rely on the brawn of two of my closest friends.

Together, we managed to almost complete the list, save for one or two things. On the way to the register, I grabbed a handful of chocolate bars and other assortments of candy; hoping I could somehow begin to apologise to Dabi for the night before. Words couldn't describe how bad I felt, nor could they explain the strange, tingling feeling I got when he had held me close.

Maybe it's just because he's always so warm..?

My face reached maximum redness as the cashier scanned the haul through; one by one. Amajiki looked thoroughly concerned; at least more than usual, and Kirishima was just making the place glow with his accomplished smile.
"I..I'm glad you finally agreed to let m...us help, (Y/N)..." The elf-eared boy murmured as we made our way down the street towards my house; each carrying our fair share of bags.
"Thanks heaps, you two. What would I do without you?" I smiled; easily hiding my paranoia.
"Hey! That's my line! I owe you the world after all the help you've given me!" Kirishima grinned; his teeth glinting in the fading sunlight. I barely noticed the dejected whimper that sounded from Amajiki, as I was too preoccupied with my mission at hand.
"All you owe me is at least one great test result, Eiji!" I laughed; turning away only a second before his cheeks began to bloom. 
"C..consider it my life mission, then!"

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After a friendly chat and a tonne of convincing, the boys went on their way back to their own homes, and I cautiously sent a text to Kurogiri to give him the go-ahead to send me a warp gate. I was excited to see Dabi again, but at the same time, I was worried that I hadn't done a good enough job. The last thing I needed was to be turned into a pile of ash.

No...I'm sure I did okay! I even used my own money! They won't...kill me...right..?

Right before I got swept away by my thoughts, the expected purple vortex grew across the width of my room; making me yip in surprise. As I was about to go through, a large, tank-like man marched through; eyeing me with a low grunt before grabbing all the remaining bags in his well-built arms and returning into the void. Perplexed, and a touch scared, I followed him; shoulders rising a little once I found myself in the dimly lit bar setting.
"Mr. Muscular, please bring the bags behind the counter." Kurogiri directed the hulking man before approaching me; a washcloth hung limply over his shoulder. "Ms. (Y/N), thank you for making true to your promise. We are tremendously grateful." He bowed, and I reciprocated politely; peering around in hopes of seeing the patchwork ravonette.
"Well...Thanks for not killing me last time...Uh, is Dabi here, by any chance?" I asked in my sweetest voice; hearing a croaky gagging sound coming from behind him. Shigaraki sat with his back towards us; using four of five fingers to swirl his thick, dark beverage around.

His posture is atrocious..!

"Your crispy Casanova is in his room. Before you go do...whatever you two do...let's make sure you completed the requirements..." Even when he spoke quietly, his voice was harsh, and I flinched as Toga and a few new faces appeared in my line of vision; making a beeline towards the groceries.
"Ah, my unsalted Cashews. Thank you, madame!" A thin man in a mask and tophat said cheerfully; tossing the bag up into the air a few times.
"Uh...you're very welcome..."

He looks like a magician! Cool!

"Hell yeah! Thin mints!" A shorter man; or boy, in a gas mask exclaimed; rushing off to sit with package in hand.
"Ew, plums! Yay, my seven plums!" Twice clapped his hands together as he did a strange little shimmy around the counter. A man that strongly resembled a reptile rummaged through the crinkling plastic before lifting his head and pouting.
"No eggnog?" He sounded so disappointed, and it made me feel horrible.
"I'm really sorry, Sir...They don't usually sell it around here when it isn't Christmas...Plus...I'm underage...they wouldn't have sold it to me anyway..." I explained; bowing in apology.

He looks like a lizard...with a mohawk! That's so awesome!

"Sir? Shit, girly...the name's Spinner..." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly; shaking his head. "S'all good though."
"I shall transfer the cost for the supplies into your back account shortly, Ms. (Y/N). Though, if you are wishing to pay a visit to Mr. Dabi, he is in a most foul mood..." Kurogiri warned; beginning to pack the perishables into a small refrigerator behind the bar counter.

I bet it's because of me...

"Uh...did he mention why he was in a bad mood?" I questioned; tail springing out and curling between my legs as Toga slung her surprisingly heavy arm around me.
"Awww, (N/N) cares about Dabi! Cute! Can I carve his name into your wrist?! That would be soooooo romantic!" Her feline eyes sparkled with vigour, but I immediately took to shaking my head and squirming away towards the door.
"Th..thanks...but...no thanks..." I chuckled in a minor panic; only to be swept under yet another arm.
"Spoilsport! Look! She's so shy!" Twice twitched between changes of voice, but I wasn't as startled as I had been the first time around.
"He's got the major shits because Shigs here was apparently asking too many questions." The boy in the gas mask piped up; slipping it aside to reveal a rather young face and slipping one of his biscuits into his mouth.
"Please watch your tone, Mr. Mustard..." Kurogiri sighed as he closed his yellow orbs.

That poor man has so much to deal with...he'd make a great mother...

"I just asked for his name. It's a simple request and he denied my authority. He's lucky I didn't kill him..." Shigaraki muttered sourly; his nails raking down his slender, flaky neck before glancing at me from behind his severed hand. "Do you know his name, (L/N) (F/N)..?" My name coming from his tongue gave me a nasty chill, but I slowly shook my head and edged closer to the hallway entrance.
"No...sorry...All I know is that his name means Cremation...and that he stole it from a jacket I leant him when we first met..." I finally managed to get my sweaty hand around the door knob and smiled in relief. "If you find out, be sure to let me know, 'Kay? Toodles!"

And with that, I fled from the room; my vulpine tail still hiding between my knees.

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*Knock knock*

"Dabi."

*knock knock*

"Dabi."

*knock knock*

"Dabi!" I waited impatiently for an answer. I was worried about him; especially after what I had done to him the previous night. I didn't want him to hate me.
"Mmmm..." His muffled hum was all I needed to proceed in opening his door; the loud creak making my sensitive ears ring. The man in question was sprawled out on his bed with his face smothered by a pillow, and his loose, white T-shirt had ridden up at the back. Boy, did I have to force back one doozy of a blush.
"Hey there, buddy..." I cooed; as though I were talking to a skittish animal. "...you okay?" He just grunted again; dashing my hopes for an intellectual reply.

Wow...someone's being a sourpuss...

"Aww, come on, Mr. Grumpy-Guts..." I chuckled softly; leaning over his head and dangling the final plastic grocery bad over him. "Gonna make me eat all this candy on my own..?" Just like that, he sat up and grabbed the bag greedily; rifling through it like a ravenous grade-schooler. "Hello to you, too..." I huffed; sitting down beside him and watching him sift through his treats. Once he had a few decent bites from his Snickers, he was back to his usual, aloof self.
"If this is your dorky way of apologising for last night, you're fucking dumb." He said with a yawn; smirking at my drop of expression. "You didn't kill me, so quit worrying, Tenderfoot."

But...I could've...

We sat in an eerie silence for a while until I attempted to strike up a conversation.
"That Shigaraki guy could get a job as a snow machine with all the skin he scratches off..." I mused; grinning as Dabi laughed mid-swallow; having to hammer his fist against his chest to get the rest of it down.
"Fuck...Dare ya to say that to his face." He snickered whilst opening yet another bar of sugary goodness.
"No way, no how! I'm too young to die!" I wailed dramatically; throwing myself back into his mattress with my feet still dangling from the side.
"Pussy..." He taunted; looking rather taken-aback once I formed a cat tail.
"That's nothing but a compliment! Better luck next time!" I giggled as he discarded the now empty wrapper on the floor and joined me in laying back. Easing off into a contented sigh, I rolled to face him.
"What?" He barely glanced at me with those lazy ocean eyes, but I could tell he wasn't exactly phased by my staring. He was just so easy to be around, and I didn't know why. He was like a pass-the-parcel of mysteries, and the music never once stopped on me. I knew the only way to unwrap his layers was to spend more time with him, but it was difficult with our paths in life.
"Um..." I hesitated in asking; my (E/C) eyes getting lost in his locks of raven hair.
"Spit it out, Sweetheart. I don't have all day." Dabi sighed in mock exasperation; rolling so his body was now facing mine.
"Uh...well...I was wondering...if..."

Just spit it out, (Y/N)! Since when are you so nervous?!

"...I could stay the night..?"

***Will you stay the night? Will you have sexy fun time with our favourite barbequed bad boy? Find out next time!***