Chapter 52

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Blinking her eyes open made her head hurt. She closed them instantly and let out a low groan. What happened? Where was she? Forcing her eyes open once more she had the same reaction. This time she let her eyes close as she groaned softly for a second time. Damn her entire body ached. A sudden deep chuckle filled her ears and she knew who it was. How could she not, she's spent the last few months by the man's side. She would know that man's voice anywhere.

"Shut up," She groaned softly at him which only made him laugh even more at her.

"About damn time you woke up," He said simply after she had told him to shut up even though he had never actually said anything to her before now.

"How long was I out for?" She asked curiously even though her body hurt so much.

"Two days," Dabi answered her question which she simply gave a grunt of acknowledgement to. Two days huh. She hasn't pushed herself that hard in a very long time. That would explain why she hurt so bad, both her body and her head.

"What happened?" She asked, realizing the bed she was laying on was incredibly comfortable. It was clearly not an old mattress someone had thrown out. No bad smell, no springs breaking through the material. It was clear they were no longer in some dingy abandoned building.

"You passed out while trying to help Toga," He said simply as if that answered all of her question. It didn't, but it wasn't like she had the energy to exactly argue with him. She could remember the fighting, helping Dabi and Mr. Compress. Losing Toga and Twice at the start of the battle, and then Shigaraki and Spinner later. But that didn't answer where they were or what had happened after said battle.

"Where are we?" She asked before once again forcing her eyes open. Ugh even her eyeballs hurt as she forced her eyes to stay open. All she got from Dabi was a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders. Asshole probably wasn't going to actually answer her or give her any actual information. It was probably useless to ask him any more questions. She needed to find almost anyone else and ask her questions then. Ugh how annoying.

"Whatever. I'm hungry. Any chance there's food here?" She figured that was a better question to ask him. There was at least a slim chance she may get an answer to that question.

"Yeah they feed us pretty good here," That got her more of an answer than anything she had gotten from him so far. And based on the grin on his face he may have been serious or at least she hoped so.

"Good I am hungry as hell," She said as she ever so carefully pushed herself into a sitting position. Her body hurt, and her head was pounding. A quick glance over her body revealed that she was dressed in new clothes. A nice clean and fresh pair of jeans, a simple grey t-shirt, and she could only hope that the bra and panties were fresh as well. She did not want to think about who it was that probably dressed her. She honestly hoped it was either Dabi or Toga. Her hands were still cut up but the wounds looked pretty much healed already. A few new light scars littered the once clean skin. Her fingertips were also scarred, well she couldn't be traced to any crimes now if she didn't have any fingerprints. She gently raised her hand up to her head, a bandage was wrapped around it and she could remember her face hitting the cement once. But aside from those injuries everything else seemed okay. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet. Her body screamed as her muscles had been tight and sore. But she knew moving would also be good for her.

"They got an actual kitchen here and it's packed," Dabi said, sounding rather happy with that sentence he gave.

"Where exactly are we?" She asked as she carefully and slowly started to walk across the room and towards Dabi who was leaning against the wall by the door.

"Some Villa out in the middle of fucking no where," Dabi said simply. Was not exactly a deep answer but oh well it still was an answer. And she was well aware that when it came to Dabi that he was normally not one to answer questions or talk a lot.

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