Chapter 15 - It's Frustrating

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Y/N's POV

"That's irrelevant, asshole. I asked if I could go home, not if I should join this dumbass group or not." I snap at Dabi.

He chuckles. "Now stop being so feisty. I said we're figuring it out, didn't I?"

I roll my eyes. "You're such a dick. I had plans, y'know. And Jiji is probably getting beat by Shoya as we speak. If you met Jiji, you'd probably feel guilty about it as well." My tone turns annoyed but still chill.

"Eh... I don't really care if one person is getting beat for your capture."

I groan. "Okay then, Endeavor wouldn't like i-"

"What does he have to do with any of this?" Dabi growls.

I smirk. I figured out his whole problem. His fire quirk is just as powerful, or more powerful, than Endeavor's. This means he's probably related to him, though probably on bad terms since this guy is a villian and all.

"All I'm saying is Endeavor will probably get annoyed about your little experiments. And if All Might figures out wher-"

"He won't."

"I said if dickwad."

"Can you stop it with that names?"

"Can you let me go? We both know it's pointless to keep me."

"How do we know-"

"Only one person cares. And he's unimportant to the rest of the world."

"Who's this per-"

"Didn't I just say he's not impor-"

"Who?"

I sigh. "My brother. And he's just a bo-"

"Who's Jiji?"

"My bro-"

"You said Jiji was being be-"

"I have two. If you were smart you'd know that, ya burnt chicken nugget."

He pauses. "A what?" He chuckles.

"Shutup. I could call you something else if you'd like."

"That's ok." He replies.

It feels like I'm arguing with a cousin or something. "Can I leave no-"

"No. Not yet."

"When?"

"Woman. I don't know."

"Find out!"

"I'm a lazy man!"

"Alright, good excuse, Mr. We'll-beat-All-Might."

"Is that-"

"It's your name. Or did I get it right the first time, dickwad?"

He glares at me before laughing. "You're one different girl."

"So what? You gonna fall in love, play boy?"

"Absolutely not. You're not my type."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? What's your type then? A damsel in distress that you're able to save?"

"Well, it's definitely not a sharp-mouthed brat like yo-"

"There's worse out there-"

"You're one of the worst."

"Well, you're not my type either, Sir."

"Is your type a weak, skinny boy?"

"Barely-"

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