He knew.

Amajiki was staring at me with wide, indigo eyes, and his expression of panic made my body shut down. I knew he would tell Fatgum, and then that would be it. I'd be expelled, I'd be arrested, and I'd live out the rest of my days in Tartarus.

Shit...Shit..! I..I have to run..!

I needed to move, but my paws were planted firmly to the ground. Terror had completely overthrown my senses, and I was as good as done for. Amajiki seemed equally as shaken, just standing there with a quivering lip, no words coming out of his mouth.

"Suneater, m'boy! What's wrong?" I swore my blood stopped pumping when Fatgum called out to the ravonette, and I prepared myself to be taken in. Fat would be so disappointed in me, and even though I knew he saw me like his own blood, he wouldn't hesitate to make an arrest. It was his duty, as a pro hero.
"N..nothing..! I...uh...I thought I heard something..! False alarm...I suppose..." Amajiki stiffened as he spun around, and his foot edged out to block our employer's view of me.

W..wait...Tamaki...what are you-

"Nerves, huh? Don't ya worry, kiddo! This'll be over before ya know it! Let's get a move on! No dilly dally!" Fatgum chuckled loudly, heading back off around the corner. Daringly, I peeked up at my closest friend, who didn't look back at me as he began to follow.
"G..go...I'll...talk to you later..." His whisper was almost non-existent, but I heard it clear as day.

I..I don't understand...Why are you...helping me..? It's obvious that I'm...that I'm with...

It took me so long to be able to move, and even when I did, I could barely manage a quick scurry. My mind was not only whirring after such a close call, but it was also battling against the predatory instincts that had seeped into my conscience from before. The thoughts that had been flashing into my mind were horrifying.

If he had given me away...I might have lost it...I could have attacked...I don't wanna feel like this..! I hate this! I wanna go home...I wanna go back to Touya..!

All of a sudden, I felt a firm pressure on my furry scruff, and I was yanked through a hole in the wall I hadn't even noticed. Squirming and scratching out, I didn't even think to morph into something else before I came face to face with black and grey.

"Ew, a stretched out rat! I found our (N/N)!" Twice dangled me in the air, presenting me to Toga, who dropped her knife and squeaked happily.
"Oh, yay yay yay! We missed you, (N/N)! Mr. Overhoe wasn't mean to you, was he?!" She skipped over to me, and I finally wrapped my head around what was going on. Hesitantly, I disabled my quirk, transforming from a stoat to my true self and leaning into Twice's side as he still held onto the collar of my shirt from the back.

"Hey...Uh, no...no, he was...hospitable...I guess..." I mumbled, feeling too tense and out of sorts to consider relaxing. "You two look..." I trailed off as I motioned to their scuffed up attire, and Twice slung the rest of his arm over my shoulders in a chummy manner, bringing us both down into a squat.
"Well, ya see, we thought we should be sneaky and hide out when the heroes broke in. We fucked right off outta there!"

It's oddly comforting being with you two again...but...I still feel sick...

"Speaking of heroes...come on! Let's tail the cute little bleeders! Twice, you need to go find that brawny clone you made and stir some trouble!~ (N/N) and I will stay real close!" Toga clapped her hands and started skipping off, and the pair of us followed without a word. Sure, I was clueless about their plans, but I didn't particularly care at this point. I just wanted to get everything over and done with so we could leave.

Dabi...Touya...I fucking hate this...Why didn't I listen to you..?!

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***DABI POV***

Why the fuck doesn't she ever listen to me..?

"Please forgive me if this seems insensitive...but you look like absolute shit, Mr. Dabi..." Kurogiri spoke up after almost an hour of complete silence. I had been sitting with my back against the damp, cement wall, staring off into space with what was likely a sour expression upon my face.

"What's fucking new..?" I snipped back, still not tearing my eyes away from the entrance. It was stupid, really. They wouldn't even arrive from that point, but I still couldn't bring myself to look away.

I had left things with (Y/N) on the worst possible note, and now I had absolutely no way of knowing whether she was safe or not. The only image in my mind was how pained she had looked that night at the park, when I had lost my grip on my temper.

"She is a strong young woman. Even if she is not experienced, our comrades will make sure she shall return to you in acceptable condition." Kurogiri sighed, trying in vain to put my mind at ease.
"Yup...sure...Tell me to put my trust in the yandere bitch and the skitzoid...That's gonna make me feel so much fucking better..."

Please...just stay safe...

"They're stronger than you think, y'know..?" I glanced up with lowered brows as the useless gas brat wandered into the room, still sporting a slight limp as he made his way over. Even though he had done nothing wrong, I resented him. He was the reason that (Y/N) handed her life over to the league, after all.

"Tch, and you would know how? You were active for all but an evening before you got yourself fucked up..." I hissed, casting my gaze away before his appearance pissed me off even more.
"L..look, can we tone this post-teen angst down for a sec? I know I was weak...and I know I'm to blame for her being caught up in this...How could I not know that? I hate it...but...I also know that (Y/N) is crazy tough..." Mustard murmured, sitting down a few feet away on a dusty old crate. "Those two care about her...we all do...At least most of us...When she comes back, she'll be fine...and she'll be real glad you missed her this much..."

Can you shut up..? You don't know how I acted when I saw her last...You weren't there...There's no way she'd want to see me...

Swallowing the urge to light the sentient gas tank on fire, I pulled a knee up to my chest and rested my chin upon it.
"Listen, you little shit...You didn't see what that yakuza cunt did to Magne. For all we know...the three of them could be a smear of blood and guts on the floor somewhere..." I clenched my jaw at the traumatising thought. "Quit talking to me like we're buddies...unless you wanna end up in a body bag..."

But that wouldn't happen...I couldn't do that to (Y/N)...

Standing up, I cracked my bones back into place. My tailbone throbbed from being pressed against the ice cold wall for so long, and I rolled my neck about until I felt it click back into place.
"If all goes to plan...they shall return by evening. Have faith, Mr. Dabi." Kurogiri looked to me with those hollow, topaz eyes, and I hated it. I hated how everyone could be so positive.

"Whatever. I'm going out. Call me if they end up surviving..." Waving them off with a limp wrist, I started off towards that damned door I couldn't take my eyes off. I had to go and burn something; someone, before the entire base ended up in flames.
"Hold it, patchwork..."

Ugh...

Turning, I couldn't help but let my lip curl back in disgust. Shigaraki had entered the room, clad in a black coat and his extra severed hands.
"We're on standby, remember? You gotta stay put until we get the go ahead." He chuckled in his raspy voice, which sent a chill down my spine.
"Why the fuck should I? This is bullshit, and I couldn't care less..."

But I do care...

Humming, the scratched at his chin and tilted his head to the side.
"Is that so? You're telling me you don't care that your little lover's efforts become worthless? That's so rude, Dabi..."

Fucking..!

"Tch..." I stopped, balling my fists as steam began to waft up towards the cracked ceiling. "...Fine...but I'm only doing this for her..."

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***It's almost 1am and I am way too tired to be writing uGH***