Crimson Eyes

Chapter 38

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Dabi's selling alcohol to minors

I believe that's against the law, isn't it, little snitch?

Get his bar shut down

"What a wonderful message to wake up to," I grumbled to myself as I rolled over in bed, my phone in hand.

Izuku-

How do you suppose I do that?

If getting Dabi's bar shut down was the worst he had for me, I'd gladly deal with it. Even if Dabi was a half decent guy now, I hadn't forgotten about everything that went down the year before. I didn't owe him any loyalty.

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You're all buddy buddy with the cops now, I'm sure you'll figure it out

"Great, I'm calling the cops on Dabi," I groaned and buried my head into my pillow. It was Friday and I was considering skipping school already. I pulled up the dial pad on my phone, wanting to get this phone call over with as soon as possible, since I was aware that Shigaraki was an impatient guy.

"The cops can't do anything unless they actually catch a drunk minor at the club," I realized after starting to dial. "But the only minors he lets drink there are the band and Himi." I dawned on me exactly what Shigaraki was asking me to do. "Fuck," I breathed out while I thought through my options. Whoever got caught would more than likely get an underage drinking charge. Not only that, but if the club got shut down, my friends wouldn't have anywhere to play. I'd be fucking up more lives than I'd bargained for.

Another message came in, making me want to vomit.

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Tick tock

I somehow convinced my mom I was sick and got to stay home. I think she was so used to me just skipping school that she didn't think I'd bother to lie, so she took it at face value. Whatever, it was a win for me and I desperately needed one. I sent a text to the group chat that I wasn't feeling good and wouldn't be at school or going with to the club that night, a coward's way out.

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Fuck, am I about to sell out my friends for this asshole? I asked myself silently while I stared up at my ceiling, something I had done all day. It was around nine and the sky was dark. I knew everyone was probably just getting to the club at that point. I would have to wait about an hour before calling in, seeing as I actually needed at least one of them to be drunk.

"Fuck!" I screamed, sitting up in bed suddenly and grabbing at my hair more aggressively than needed. "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this." I had been going crazy all day trying to decide if this was the right choice or not.

As much as I wanted to just opt out and not do it, all the threats Shigaraki had made came flooding back. Not just me, not just my mom, but Eijirou, Katsuki, Sero, Kaminari, and Ashido were all on the chopping block. Not to mention my friends back home. Shigaraki could do too much to just ignore him.

"Even if they get arrested, at least they're not hurt or dead," I reminded myself, trying to steady my breathing. If I had a panic now, there was no way I would be able to follow through.

I sat and watched the clock for another hour. Once it hit ten, I steeled myself and dialed the non emergency number for the local police. My breathing was shaky, which seemed to give the operator some sort of urgency when I told her about the underaged drinking. I have no idea what was going through her mind during the call, but she seemed to take it a little too seriously for my liking.

Once the call was over, I abandoned my phone on my nightstand and made my way down to the garage, my empty candle in my hand. I didn't want to deal with the fallout of my own creation, so I would just get high and go to bed. I could deal with it in the morning, I didn't have the strength to do it that night.

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Being woken up from a weed induced coma after only a few hours does not feel good at all. My eyes were crusted shut and everything was spinning, but the non stop tapping at my window was the most annoying part. I groaned and scrubbed at my eyes, needing a few seconds to just blink before I could actually stumble over to my window to investigate the noise that woke me up.

I was greeted by the sight of a frantic looking Katsuki throwing pretty much everything on his desk at the glass in desperation. "What the hell, Kat?" I asked in annoyance as I pushed my window open.

"Ei got arrested," he said in one breath as soon as I shut my mouth.

My eyes went wide as I stared at him. My brain was still foggy and no solid thoughts were forming. A breathless "What?" if all I managed to get out.

Katsuki rested his hands on the window frame, basically placing all his weight there like he was too exhausted to stand up anymore. "He was drinking after our set and the cops just showed up, said they got a tip that there was underage drinking. Shut the whole place down, checked everyone's I.D.s and made us all do a fucking breathalizer."

"Fuck," I said without even meaning to. That was my fault. I got my own fucking boyfriend arrested. What the fuck did I just do?

"He was the only one drinking. Fuck, I told him not to, but did he fucking listen to me? No, he never fucking does. God, I can't believe he got arrested again, fuck!" Katsuki threw a punch at the wall next to him, making me flinch at the impact.

"Again?" I asked, stepping closer to the window. "Katsuki, how many times has he been arrested?"

Fuck, what did I do? What did I do? What did I do? Stupid, stupid, how could I fucking do this? My thoughts were just a perpetual loop as I spiraled with the weight of what I'd caused.

The blond across from me let his head  fall against the side of his window as he sighed. "I lost track after five."

My knees buckled at that. Maybe he could have gotten off with a warning if it had been his first offense, but with that many arrests… it didn't exactly look good for him. I grabbed into the wall for support as I sank to my knees in front of the window. "Do you think they'll call his parents?" I asked softly.

Katsuki grabbed his desk chair and pulled it to the window, taking a seat and resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't know. I'm hoping they'll just call mine, but with his luck I'm not holding my breath."

I took a deep breath, trying to stay ahead of my hyperventilating. "But they kicked him out, so it's not like they'll cry run away and try to take him back, right?" I looked up at him when he stayed quiet. "Right, Katsuki?"

"I don't fucking know!" He shouted, looking like he was ready to punch something again.

"You don't have to yell," I snapped at him. "I'm just as freaked out and I haven't gone through this with him before. I don't fucking know what's going to happen and I'm just trying to figure it out." I instantly felt guilty, especially since it was all my fault. If he wanted to yell at me then he had every right.

"I know," he said, also trying to steady his breath. "I know that, I'm sorry, I just... I fucking hate when this happens. I feel so useless," he admitted, holding his head in his hands.

"It's okay," I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers in my lap. "We'll figure it out. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out. That's what you guys are always telling me, right?" I didn't dare look at him, for fear of breaking down in uncontrollable sobs. I kept my eyes trained on my hands.

"Yeah," he said softly. "We'll figure it out."

That sentiment was hard to believe the first time, but right then it felt impossible.

mmmmm angst.