***DABI POV***

"Where is she?" Somehow, despite myself, I managed to keep my voice flat when I stepped through the warp gate, along with Spinner, Mr. Compress and the scraggly boss.
"Ah, I wouldn't approach her if I were you, Mr. Dabi..." Kurogiri sighed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Miss (Y/N) is in a rather contemptible mood..."

Can you fucking blame her after what you all just put her through?!

"I can handle a pms bitch. Where is she?" I repeated, my stomach still doing flips after Spinner's questionable driving display. "She should at least get to hear that the cunt who killed big sis is now completely 'armless."
"HAHAHAHA GOOD ONE, DABI!" If I hadn't been half expecting it, I would have leapt out of my mismatched skin when Twice's head popped out from the lid of a cardboard box. "Listen to the dressy cloud of noxious gas, dude. (N/N) really snapped this time..."

I've seen her go overboard with her quirk...but if even these bastards are saying it's bad...

Toga wandered into the room, dragging the tip of her blade across the stone wall.
"So, she told me to go sit on this and spin..." She laughed flatly, feline eyes downcast. "I hope that asshole didn't do anything to her. I'll cut out his spleen if he did. She'll only talk nice to condiment boy..."

Okay, this is definitely not the same.

I knocked my shoulder with hers as I stormed past, but only lightly. My way of inadvertently saying that I would fix the bubbly little lady we had all come to fall for, in some way or another. Halfway down the hallway, I ran into Mustard, who was exiting his own room, carrying what looked like prepackaged meat.
"Where the hell did you get that? You don't even have a refrigerator in there." Speaking up, I startled him, but he quickly relaxed once he realised that I wasn't Shigaraki.

"Icebox. I, uh, I was just going to toss it out the back..? E..expired, I think..." He was lying through his teeth, that much was obvious, but I had a feeling I knew what he was doing. A bad feeling.
"Right. I'll join you. I need some fresh air after breathing in all that smoke and diesel." I mumbled, watching his shoulders stiffen as he walked ahead.

This kid is gonna crack the second he goes past her door, I bet...

As expected, Mustard's pace slowed to a stop a few steps past (Y/N)'s door, the package clutched tight to his chest.
"I..I know I shouldn't be giving this to her..! I know that..! But...but she's having some kind of meltdown in there, man!" The brunet spun around on his heel, eyes wide and worried. "Did you hear that she bit Compress's clone..? She was really mean to Twice and Toga, too! She's not herself...a..and I just want to be able to help her, like she helped me..."

My chest squeezed upon hearing of the state she was in, and I couldn't blame the brat for wanting to give her what she thought she needed. Even if that was the case, it pissed me off.
"Tch, just knock on the door and I'll push in after you. I need to see this shit for myself before you go feeding her a bunch of sketchy icebox steak." I ordered, narrowing my eyes and looming over the boy. Although hesitant, Mustard nodded in defeat, retreating back to her door and tapping on it lightly.

"Uh...(N/N)? I've got it..." He glanced back to me as I stepped right up behind him, ready to shove my way through once it opened. There was silence for a few moments before I heard a low growl.
"Tell him to fuck off!" (Y/N)'s voice was harsher than I had ever heard it, and honestly, it stung a little bit. Whatever had happened had really done a number on her mental state, and I was positive my previous outburst hadn't done her any favours.

"Wh..what do you mean? It's ju..just m-"
"I can smell him from a mile away, Hisoka! I don't want him! I only want you and what's in your hands!" She cut him off in a hiss, and I looked down to see her shadow from the crack under the door, pacing back and forth.
"I've got the meat, Tenderfoot. Open up before I burn the door down and whatever else stands in my way." Oh, I could equal her threats and then some. If she wanted to act like a spoiled little shit, then I'd be happy enough to put her in her place.

Another long silence, but finally, just as I was about to activate my quirk, the door clicked open, swinging inward to reveal something akin to a bomb site. Her pillow; previously plush and plump, was now nothing more than a shredded heap of cotton and filling. The stone walls were decorated with shallow claw marks, and the girl responsible; my girl, was just standing there, dressed in what I recognised to be the gassy brat's middle school uniform.

We'll discuss that later...

"Sorry, (N/N)...He followed me..." Mustard murmured, slinking in past me and straight over to the mattress on the floor, where he sat down to stay out of our way, still holding the meat. Barely even glancing in my direction, (Y/N) followed him, reaching for the package with shaky hands.
"Not your fault. Can I have it?" She sounded a little less harsh when speaking to the kid, but I tried not to let it get to me.

"Oi, we need to talk. Sit your ass down." I demanded, hoping that I could through to the sweet little people pleaser I knew. I definitely wasn't prepared for the look she gave me. It cut deeper than any knife Toga had at her disposal.
"I'm hungry. I'm going to fucking eat. Then, I'm going to take care of some business, which, thankfully, has nothing to do with you and your angsty ass." She snapped, ripping the plastic packaging away and grabbing out a fillet of raw, dripping steak.

Just how far did she go past her limit..?!

Watching her take a bite was nauseating, to say the least, and I knew Mustard felt the same when he covered his face with his hands. If the sight of it wasn't bad enough, the sound of her chewing did the trick.
"How long did you use your quirk for, you idiot?" It was hard to keep my voice from taking on all my frustration, but I was scraping by.
"Thirty three hours and fifty two fucking minutes." She replied bitterly, swallowing what she considered food. "Not my top concern though. Why are you even here, anyway? Go fuck off and burn down another playground."

I deserved that.

Raking a hand down my face; mindful of my staples, I groaned under my breath, doing my best to be somewhat considerate. She'd obviously been through the ringer, and even though we were going through a rough patch, I still cared about her. More than I cared to admit to even myself.
"What's your top concern, then? Let me guess...Me? Because I scared you, right? You wanna rip me to shreds?"

Yep, great job, dickwad! Talk to her like she's a piece of shit! That's sure to work!

Rolling her (E/C) eyes, (Y/N) took another whopping bite of meat, tossing the opened package down onto the crate she must have been using as a desk.
"Do you seriously think I give two shits about that right now? Just how self absorbed are you, Touya?"

Wait.

Even she seemed to realise her mistake, and we both turned to look at Mustard, who shrunk down as far as he could on his mattress.
"I..I didn't hear a thing! Honest! To..Toyota? Never h..heard of them!" I was relieved at least his cowardice was good for something, choosing to lump that little slip up with the growing pile of shit I would deal with later.
"Then what's numero uno, then? Even if you're acting like a rabid little cunt right now, you're still my girl. Tell me what it is."

All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and snuff out the aggression her quirk was igniting, even if there would be a witness to my soft side, but I knew that wouldn't help.
"Somebody recognised me. I have to go shut him up for good before I get my fucking name up in lights in Japan's Most Wanted."

Okay, even if it doesn't help, at least it'll stop her doing something she'll regret for the rest of her life...

"Kid, move or you'll get crushed." I motioned with my chin for Mustard to get out of the way, and he scrambled to the floor just in time as I sprung forward, tackling the unsuspecting (Y/N) to the mattress. She hissed, spat and clawed at me relentlessly, even going so far as to bite my thumb hard enough to draw blood. Even if she put up one hell of a fight, I easily managed to pin her down, my knee pressing down against her ass and my chest flush to the back of her head.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, TOU-" My hand cupped over her mouth in a hurry, just in case anybody else would be in ear shot. I didn't need more to add to my list of shit.

"Calm down, Tenderfoot. It's for your own good. You can either chill the fuck out and wait for your weird-ass hormones to die down, or I can sit on you until you pass out. Your choice, babe...but either way, you aren't going anywhere." I grunted, half expecting her to use her quirk to break free.
"I'll bite your dick off, you leathery fuckbutt!"

"That's immature, (N/N). You shouldn't swear in front of minors." Mustard seemed to have composed himself, realising that I was on his side when it came to helping the delusional girl, but rileing her up wasn't going to do us any justice.
"You've literally said cunt five times since I got back, you traitorous fart!"

Still not using your quirk, huh?

I could only come to one conclusion as to why that was. She didn't want to hurt anybody. Even if she had said she intended to kill whoever had seen her, there was no way she would ever do it. Not now. She wasn't that far gone. Eventually, her struggling died off, and she slumped down beneath me, though that unbecoming scowl still stayed the same.
"You're fucking heavy, Tou. Get off. You stink like a gas station, too..." She grumbled, tapping my arm like a wrestler would do when they surrendered.

"She's right...you reek." Mustard confirmed, waving his hand in front of his face just to piss me off. Unphased, I shifted so I was straddling her waist from behind, using only my knees to keep her pinned down.
"Look, I'll go take a damn shower or whatever if you promise you'll stay put. I'll go bully the reptile into lending me his console or something so you and your weird, adopted adolescent can play games and shit, if it'll help. Just don't do anything you'll regret. I know you, and I know you'd never forgive yourself if you did anything to hurt your little hero friends..."

I hate them...but if she killed them, she'd wind up killing a part of herself, too...

(Y/N) growled as she pressed her face into the mattress, kicking her legs up so she could repeatedly batter my backside.
"Fucking fine...as long as you make him give you (F/game) and Grand Theft Auto..." She whined, muffled by the bedding.
"Ugh, don't mention that game...I still feel like I'm gonna hurl..." I shuddered, finally deeming it safe enough to climb off of her.

"Oi." Before I had a chance to react, (Y/N) spun around, grabbing me by the collar and yanking me down. Her lips were much rougher than I was used to, but the zing of the kiss remained the same. Pulling back, just enough so that I could see into her sharp, (E/C) eyes, she twisted her grip. "I love you. I'm still gonna fucking rip your face off, but I do..."

I fucking love her, insane or not.

"Great! Now I gotta burn the whole damn uniform! If you're gonna have a crispy cootie love fest, at least make sure she isn't wearing my clothes, Touya!"

I lifted my head, a whole new aura of hatred radiating from that one expression.

"...Yeah, you and I need to have a little chat about that..."

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***I know I've said this a thousand times already, but I'm so sorry I haven't updated this (or Icarus or Sempiternal) for so long! I'm still in a really iffy place in my life, for the time being, but I'm going to try to update all of these more often, instead of focusing souly on Ratchette!

Next time...(Y/N) needs to have a little chat of her own with a certain little gourmand...***