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⠀⠀are you asking me too? It’ll cost you.

⠀⠀I could.

⠀⠀{ he’s grinning even though he doesn’t trust the words a bit. —— 𝙗𝙪𝙩, he’s hanging over the happy meal anyway. He’s a “nice” hero. } Good. Enjoy.

⠀⠀So next time you see me, are we going to push me over, yes or no? 𝙒𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙭.

⠀⠀and he’s not at all /odd looking/? Nice 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙠, or whatever it is strapped to his face.

⠀⠀it even came with a cute plushie toy. 𝙊𝙝 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡.

⠀⠀. . . 𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮, no happy meal for you.

⠀⠀𝙝𝙖 𝙝𝙖 —— This is kinda funny. I admit.

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You enjoyed it. . . Were you the one to send them for me? You of just called . . . { spits blood from out of his mouth. }

Care to look. Let them die. . . A large part of him didn’t care. While /he/ couldn’t be the one to end their lives, Dabi could. . . The hero grunted at the nudge, voice strained with pain that he was trying to play off with his usual 𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 smile. } I’m sure —

Him long before tonight . . . Burning heat licks his skin when the other’s holding him go up in blue flame, yet he’s the only one left unscathed by it, dropping to the ground once freed. The screams had turned into what felt like immediate silence, and Keigo didn’t —

⠀⠀{ it was shameful, but once he heard Dabi’s voice the hero felt himself *𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭, like the man walking towards him wasn’t far more terrifying then these low level criminals. . . He didn’t trust him, not fully ——— /but/ if Dabi wanted him dead by now he would of killed —

@legacypyros , the villain growling. } “What’s so fucking amusing ??” { he then slammed the hilt of his blade against Keigo’s already blackening eye causing him to 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙨 in pain. }

Freed. ——— His bleeding face soon hung forward which the Villian grabbed, holding a weapon to his throat. } “The 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 will reward me greatly when I bring your head to them. . .” { there was a hint of a smile to his face at the thought being brought to —

Had learned at an early age to shut that part of himself off. /Eventually/ the villains will tire and then he would rally his strength back. . . He had put up a good fight, but the wings at his back had ended up shredded and bent and he couldn’t fly off now even if —

⠀⠀{ Patrols either were simple, or they became days like /this/, Keigo held back by two villains while the third threw punch after punch, the pro hero not making a sound which seemed to anger the criminal more. He was *𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to beatings, grown up with them . . . he —

⠀⠀staring 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. Problem?

⠀⠀is 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.