Crossed lines (SDS x MHA)

Chapter 22- We're Suffering In the Woods!

The swamp, as it turned out, was the least of anyone's problems.

Not that Hagakure liked being grimy and wet, and the swamp was pushing Dabi and Hagakure to a boiling point with each other thanks to the conditions, but somehow, it still wasn't the worst thing. Crazy, right?

Though... The two might disagree with each other on what was the worst thing about the situation, but now that Dabi had dropped that fun little bomb about someone who knew her being here... She was constantly on edge.

God, Hagakure hated the suspense, and she hated not understanding what was happening. Don't call her a control freak...

But she was a minor control freak and the fact that there was something she didn't know was driving her nuts.

Worst of all?

Dabi wasn't telling her who his mysterious informant was. Somehow, he picked up on the fact that she was startled at that tidbit, so he decided to hold it over her head and mock her with the fact that he knew something she didn't... Like the petty little bitch he was.

Seriously, how did someone as caring and intelligent as (Y/N) end up toting around the vagabond with a worse attitude than Bakugou? It made no sense to her, and she didn't like things not making sense.

When she'd first been pulled into this world, Hagakure had just slipped into the character she portrayed with class 1-A, it was easy, like a second skin, and that was all it was. She was cautious of everyone and portrayed a bubbly happy teen while keeping an eye out for information she could use. The invisibility was a near foolproof defense and she was a damn good actor. She had to be.

But... Along the way, something had changed.

Maybe it was the way (Y/N) always smiled when Hagakure came in the room, regardless of how entrenched in her thoughts the woman was. Maybe it was the way Dabi would ruffle her hair absentmindedly, as though he'd done it a thousand times before, he never missed her head either, despite her invisibility.

Elizabeth and Diane were without a doubt the best friends she'd ever had. They were so genuine and had no ulterior motive... It was the first time in her life she'd been in a position like this.

For once she felt like she could chat with people without needing to watch her back... she was smiling, for the first time in her life, it almost made her forget the other world, which was nothing but pain and spite.

"Hey," Dabi's tired voice broke her from her thoughts as they both laid on their sleeping mats, "What was that hero class like?"

God, he was insufferable. Always the pointed questions phrased in just enough of an ambiguous way to exclude her from actually being 'one of the heroes.'

Did he realize he was doing it? Who knows, but it pushed a button she didn't know she had until now.

With a deep enough sigh to make Dabi realize she wasn't happy with this, Hagakure rolled over onto her stomach, "I was only going to class for a week, dipshit, I didn't really get a good read on the place."

"Uh-huh."

And there was the disbelieving tone... Did he want her to blow up at him?

She may be purposefully ignoring him now, but he didn't care, Dabi stretched on his mat and yawned, "You do realize it's just the two of us out here?" He stopped as his stretching forced him into another yawn, "And I'm no god damned hero, kid, I've seen a lot of shit, so your story isn't gonna phase me."