Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Twelve: Planetary Nebula

Miya sat on the cold tiled floor of her bathroom with her Hero suit sprawled across her lap, tools in her hands, and laid out across the tiles with loud k-pop music blasting through a speaker. Her blonde hair was pulled back into an untamed pony tail with loops and rogue strands of hair going where they pleased.

She bit the corner of her lip in deep concentration.

Miya wore a pair of shorts, a white singlet that revealed her toned arms, both tiny and large scars across her back, arms and legs; all caused by her Quirk during the early stages of life. Her singlet also revealed the two fading bruises on her nape with tiny scaring from the tasers.

Miya carefully unpicked the stitching in the fabric to reveal the four tasers in her suit, two at the base of the neck and two on the lower back. With her pliers, she cut the wiring to disable the battery and pulled out the long black wiring interconnecting all four tasers to a remote battery tucked away on the padding of the suit. She removed that too.

Miya rolled her sore neck and shoulder from hunching.

In the mists of disarming and removing the tasers in her suit, she was unaware of her front door opening and the silent footsteps that came into the apartment under the cover of the music. Miya breathed out in deep concentration with her mind running wild with thoughts that fuelled off the k-pop music. She imagined all her arguments with Madam President differently; she thought of all the perfect comebacks and insults she should have said.

A tall figure loomed in the bathroom doorway to gaze down on Miya hunched over her suit. The third taser she was removing zapped her finger, and she cursed loudly. "You bitch!" she placed her sore finger into her mouth to cool off the sudden burn. "Uck..." she cursed.

Dabi had still been in the doorway with eyes trained on the scars on Miya's back and the noticeable fading yellow bruises on the base of her neck. "Is that what they did?" His deep voice spoke and Miya jumped.

The pliers flew from her hand, slamming into the bathtub. She spun on her knees and reeled her middle finger down by the thumb and flicked it forward.

A black ball shot from the space in front of her finger and fired towards the intruder. Dabi moved aside as the bullet hit the doorframe and wooden pieces splintered.

"Fuck!" Miya scolded, breathing deeply, seeing it was only Dabi. She reached over to the vanity, turning the volume of the music down to barely a mumble. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?!"

"I let myself in." Dabi leant against the now splintered doorframe. "The door was unlocked." he stated.

"Shit." Miya turned to retrieve the pliers from the bathtub, self conscious of the scars littering her body, open and free for Dabi's eyes to see. She tried to keep her arms tucked into her side, trying to obscure them.

"What do you want, Dabi, if that's even your actual name? I'm busy. Don't you have someone else to fry?" she turned back to her suit on the tiled floor. Taking the chance to pull the bundle of fabric over her lap to cover up her legs, and continued to work on the suit. She ripped out the taser that stung her and tossed it aside.

"Tomura sent me." explained Dabi, who sounded annoyed. "He wants to know what you found." he noticed her subtle movements to cover up. Especially the light pink burn marks on her right arm, and the stitching on the upper forearm; most likely where she cut out the tracker.

Miya shifted uncomfortably. The suit wasn't enough. "There was nothing on the Bakugou kid. The Commission doesn't keep the information he wants, for confidential reasons, U.A High doesn't freely give out information on their students"