Taste Your Toxicity (MHA AU) (Temp Hiatus For Editing)

Training for What Exactly?

DAMIA'S POV

I knocked on Dabi's door, no answer. "Dabi?" I crack the door. He's not here, I check my phone to see the time.

{6Am.}

"Gym, he's gonna be at the gym."
As I begin the journey to the gym within the base I got to thinking..."I never showed Dabi around.... How's he know where everything is? Oh well, he did say he and Hawks had history.. but what's that mean?"

Blaring music from the gym pulled me out of my thoughts as I walked through the door.

Dabi is across the gym, punching a punching bag that hangs down from the ceiling, he's hitting to the beat and mouthing the words, lightly singing along. He's beating the life out of the punching bag, it's got holes even though he's using gloves.

"Dabi?" He keeps punching the bag.
"Hey!" I walk over to him, he hasn't noticed me. He's too focused, something is on his mind. I touch his left shoulder to let him know I'm here. He flinches when you touch him

"AYE!-oh hey, Damia.." sweat drips down his face to his chest, slightly pooling over his collar bone. his veins are popping out from his arms from all the intense training. "What are you doing up here, everyday at 6am?"

Dabi shakes his head, as he starts to take off his boxing gloves off his left hand. "Listen here and listen good 'missy', that's none of your concern." "Oh what so we aren't a team? Training for what exactly?"

Dabi goes silent.

"There's obviously something bothering you, you aren't exactly someone to get startled. So what is it?"

"I'm training to fight my Dad, that's all you need to know. " he slides his other glove off and moves closer to you, only a few inches away from your face. He smelt like sweat and a smokey musk. "Just because I've shot my soul into your mouth doesn't mean you get to ask me questions like that." You go to respond "aht-"he says as he puts his finger on your lips.

"Not another word about this." He says as he walks out of the gym, turning the music off from his phone.