Me and the Devil

Hotel? Whore House?

Chise stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes, she had fallen back asleep after Haru left for school. He was keeping his promise in doing better, she needed to do better with her end. Adjusting the black sports bra, she coaxed herself out of bed, rummaging through her drawer for clothing.

After her shower she dressed in a pair of faded high waisted shorts and a black tank top. She brushed out her blonde strands and flipped her head, shaking out the loose waves. For makeup she added blush to her cheeks, and kept it simple with a winged liner and mascara. It was too hot to put too much makeup on. After putting chapstick on her lips, she checked the mirror scanning her appearance. A faint scar on her cheek made her frown. Chise quickly exited the bathroom before her mind could flash back. She needed to make dinner so when Haru got home, he would have a good meal to eat.

Their apartment was pretty normal, a decent size living room, standard kitchen and dining nook. Chise always kept it organized and tidy, refusing to be like her parents. She wanted a stable environment for her brother. Just as she finished the rice, familiar footsteps sounded, "I'm home!"

She couldn't help but smile, "Just in time!"

Haru grinned and ran a hand through his light brown hair, "It smells so good."

"Good, cause I worked hard on it," she winked, "Get cleaned up and I'll get it ready."

Chise was thankful that Haru had chosen her instead of the system. They hadn't really known one another before her parents death, but, they promised to give each other  a fair chance. The beginning was rough. Haru could barely read, and didn't know a lot about self care or daily routine. His quirk had also just manifested. It was similar to hers, however, he could only control objects he touched, and not people...yet. They were working on it.

She set the table just as he appeared. Her eyes looked him over, "Did you put your uniform in the wash?" He nodded, "Lemme see your hands." He held them up as she examined them, "Awesome, let's eat."

Haru sat in the chair, "I had a test today at school."

"Yeah? How'd it go," she took a bite of food.

He grinned proudly, "I passed! It was a B, though."

Chise smiled, "B is passing. Great job Haru, I'm proud of you." She chuckled at his blush, "Can you clean up after dinner so I can open?"

His green eyes narrowed, "What's in it for me?"

"We can see a movie tomorrow, my treat. Maybe get dinner afterwards."

He nodded, "Sounds fair."
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The bar was busy tonight. There was a boxing fight on, which meant groups would be pouring in for a while. Her eyes glanced here and there for her usual Friday night patron with the stunning blue eyes. But sadly, he was nowhere to be found.

She closed up around three AM, locking the door and pulling down the blinds. She tried not to feel disappointed, hell, he was a fucking villain. From what she gathered a dangerous one.

"Chise, don't be an idiot," she scolded herself as she wiped down the bar top.
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Haru jumped onto his sisters bed with a wide grin, "Chise....earth to Chise...are you alive?!"

She groaned, "Yes, I'm alive. " she sat up and ran a hand through her messy waves, "It's early.."

"Yeah your boyfriend is here."

Her green eyes blinked, "What?"

"Some dark haired creepy guy. I told him to wait downstairs," he eyed his sister, "You're taste in guys is strange..."

Chise shot out of the bed, "Haru...why did you let a random guy into the bar?!"

"He's bleeding," he huffed, "You want me to let him bleed out on the sidewalk?"

She groaned and pulled on a button up sleep shirt, not bothering to button it as she slid on her shoes, "You're still in trouble."

She made her way down the stairs, her green orbs landing on the bleeding man, "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Obviously," his eyes looked her over, "sorry to wake you."

Chise huffed when she heard Haru sneaking down the stairs, "Haru, no." He giggled and scurried up the stairs. "Ugh..." she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock, six in the morning. "Alright, shed it and let me see what I'm working with."

She walked into the back room, grabbing the first aid kit and some towels. She had never truly taken in his appearance. His scarred skin, the way it connected to his smooth, healthy skin. It was kind of...beautiful. She cleared her throat and flipped on the lights, checking the deep cut on his chest, "I'll have to stitch it."

She held a towel to his chest quietly to slow the bleeding so she could work. Dabis blue eyes settled on Haru peeking around the corner of the staircase, making him smirk. The boy slowly recoiled, disappearing once more, "So I'm assuming Haru is your brother."

"Yup," she took the towel from his chest and set to work, "He's my better half."

"Where's your parents?" His blue eyes watched her.

"Dead." She glanced at him, "Yours?"

"Hopefully dead soon," he sucked in a breath when she wiped the disinfectant.

"Why did you come here," she blew on the cut to dry it.

His blue eyes closed at the feeling, "Because, you don't seem like the type to squeal."

"That's fair," she began to stitch him up, being as gentle as she could, "All I ask is you don't tell Haru what you do..." her eyes glanced at him, "While I don't care, I'd rather not have him blab at school."

Dabi was quiet until she was finished, and wrapping his chest, "I need a place to lay low, just until i stop bleeding."

"Do I look like a hotel?"

He smirked, "The way you dress is say a whore house."

He winced when she roughly poked his chest, "Watch your mouth." She stood and cleaned up their mess, "You're not staying upstairs." She nodded to the back room, "There's a spot down here." She washed her hands and turned to look at him, "What's your name?"

He stared at her for a moment, taking in the way the sun hit her. She almost looked like a painting. He tore his eyes away, "Dabi."

Chise walked over to the stairs, "Well, Dabi, make yourself at home."

His blue eyes watched her leave before hoisting himself up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him from his blood loss. Taking a breath, he made his way to the cot in the back room, plopping down and closing his eyes, drifting off.