𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡/𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛|| Dabi x Toga Fanfiction

The Humans

‶Did it hurt when you fell?″

‶From Heaven?!″

‶No, you dumbass! When you fuxxing tripped and fell from a rock, a rock!″

-Dabi & Toga

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[Inside Out/Inside In]

Chapter 3: The humans

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Dabi was done with this sh!t.

No, seriously.

He. 

Was. 

DONE.

The bullets from the enemies weren't exactly what he wanted to deal with when he and all of  Class S.S. had been informed by Kurogiri-sensei that they were going to Okinawa to investigate the murder of several government officials.  

To be forthwith, he just wanted to bum out on the beach and sleep instead of having to deal with the murders; they weren't related to or important to him, so why should he care? Such was the apathy of him, the great, hot, and incredibly attractive asshole known as Dabi. 

But now he had to deal with them.

And he was done with this sh!t.

"Shigaraki, can I go in flames blazing? They're pissing me off with all the lead they're trying to pump into us—thought I would return the favor with my attention, you know, let them become well aware that, yes, Senpai has indeed noticed them. That cool with your chuunibyou ass?" 

Tomura, who was a few feet away from Dabi, was unfortunately able to hear him despite the explosions that were taking place around him and the hail of bullets that were raining down on him like righteous judgement—which, just like righteousness in general, he ignored with the attitude of a king.

Rolling his ruby eyes at Dabi's immaturity in continuing his mockery of him in a serious situation like this, he reluctantly replied, "If you wanna go and be blasted open with a billion holes, be my guest—in fact, go to Hell while you're at it and when I'm still being so generous; I don't wanna have to see that ugly mug of yours ever again."

Dabi took the insult in stride, quipping as he got ready to sprint to where the enemy was, "I'm assuming permission has been granted, albeit with some attitude problems—and can I just say, I'm not the one with the skin condition, you Hand Fetish Fuxx."

"Besides," he yelled behind his shoulder as he ran forward during a break in enemy fire as Shigaraki cursed at him, "Can you really not tell that I'm actually really fuxxing gorgeous? Go to the optometrist and a dermatologist while you're at it, you dipsh!t!"

He gave a slightly psychotic sounding laugh when he heard all the insults that were coming from behind him, finding Shigaraki's attitude to be absolutely hilarious. He ran and clung low to the ground, his legs working hard to ensure he was as silent as possible while he snuck up on the enemies.

He found this boring mission to be kinda fun now; he had always liked burning stuff, ever since he was a child, and since the government had taken him, he had learned that burning people to nothing can actually be pretty fuxxing funny—on account that it took people roughly 7 minutes to black out from the pain caused from being burned alive.