strangled

⁹a grayish clue

Later that night you tiredly drag your feet against the floor.

You make your way to the kitchen for a three a.m. snack. It isn't regular for you to wake up at this time. But you randomly opened your eyes even though there wasn't anything that caused you to wake up. No nightmares, no sounds, nothing.

Your entire body freezes when you discover Dabi sitting at the kitchen table with his jaw falling off, no longer connected to the rest of his head. Blood is dripping down from the rip in his face. Blue demonic-looking eyes instantly move to glare at yours when you accidentally step on a creaky floorboard.

Letting out an ear-splitting screech, you promptly back up. A bit too fast though. You trip over your heel and land on your bottom.

You whimper loudly and conceal your eyes behind your hands. "Is this a nightmare because if it is wake me up please!"

No response.

"D-dabi?" You whisper, gradually uncovering your eyes.

His bloodied face is right in front of yours and fills your entire vision. Everything can be seen up close. Red liquid is oozing out from all of his staples. There's a deranged look of bloodlust in his eyes. His black hair is low. Then his smile... his smile is the most unnerving of all.

He growls. "Boo."

Immediately reacting you raise your foot then slam your heel into his crotch over and over again while screaming as loud as you can.

When you hear him let out a wheezed breath you scramble to stand back on your feet and run as fast as you can back into your bedroom. Locking the door behind you, you wipe the tears from your eyes. You hurry to try to find your phone in Dabi's pants that's laying on the ground.

"Todoroki!" Dabi suddenly yells on the other side of the door while banging his fist on it. His voice sounds more hoarse than usual. "I was just joking! The look on your face was priceless!"

"Fuck off demon!"

"Oh come on. I know I look like a monster at times but a demon? Really? You're a fucking idiot just get out here!"

Placing a hand over your chest you can feel how abnormally fast your heart is pounding inside of it. When you open the door, Dabi is standing there with his arm at the top of the doorframe. The lights are on now so he doesn't look as scary as he did before.

"You're seriously crying because of that? Stupid crybaby." He mutters, walking back to the kitchen with you following a few steps behind.

Feeling a lot more awake now you take a deep breath so your nerves can calm down. "That wasn't funny you sick fuck. Why would you scare me like that I was going to call the cops and-- wait why are you bleeding?"

Dabi grumbles something under his breath while pulling out another one of his staples.

"The stitchings in my face ripped earlier so I have to fix it. I knew you would throw a tantrum if I got blood on your floor so I put trash bags everywhere. I wouldn't have joked around earlier if I knew my balls were going to get destroyed for the second time today."

He winces narrowly as he pushes his hand down and into the front of his pants, fixing himself while flinching ever so often.

"Do you need help with the stitchings?" You ask, scanning through the fridge then taking out a bottle of strawberry milk. "I shouldn't help you after you just took ten years off my life but half of your face is falling off and it looks like it hurts."

He grunts. "I can do it myself I don't need your help."

Then he loudly curses while struggling to hold his face together so he can start stitching the skin back together.