Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 1

"Will you two shut up already?" Dabi drawled, a blank look on his face as he stared up at the ceiling from his spot lounging on the couch.

"Dabi, that's mean," Toga pouted, crossing her arms petulantly.

"You could be nicer about it/DON'T TELL US TO SHUT UP, ASSHOLE," Twice chimed in.

The three of them were in a sitting room within the yakuza base, having been waiting for hours without instruction from either Shigaraki or the Shie Hassaikai. And Toga and Twice had been ranting together for the past 20 minutes about who knows what–Dabi was too annoyed by the incessant chattering to pay attention.

He's pissed because he knows the main reason Shigaraki sent him with these two into the yakuza den was because Dabi was on thin ice with him, having been absent when Magne died. And though Dabi would never admit it to anyone–hell he won't even admit it to himself–he felt responsible for her death. He didn't need Shigaraki screaming that in his face and sending him here to do nothing to drive that point home.

"I'll be nicer when you two stop being so annoying," he said, sitting up and swinging his feet off the couch, his boots thumping on the ground. He sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands together. He stared forward into space as he zoned out again.

Toga and Twice took his silence as conceding, and their obnoxious talking resumed. Dabi's face twitched in irritation. He'd been with them for hours. And while he generally tolerated their company well, goddamn he needed some time alone.

He stood and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied groan as he felt his muscles stretch against the staples in his skin. Dabi's arms dropped back to his sides, and he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "You two enjoy yourselves. I'm going for a walk," he muttered, moving to the door and kicking it open.

"Be careful, Dabi-kun!" Toga called out as he stepped into the hallway. "Just shout if you need us!"

Dabi paused and looked back, giving her a silent nod before letting the door close behind him. Already, the quiet of the hallway put him more at ease. He let out another sigh and decided to take a look around. Technically all Shigaraki said to do was go to the yakuza hideout and 'be helpful.' He could 'be helpful' and learn more about the layout so when he eventually torched the place he'd know a good escape route.

At first, the hallways were pretty nondescript. The tan walls and hardwood floors were bland and everywhere. Dabi wandered aimlessly for a while, ducking into doorways to avoid being spotted by yakuza. The last thing he wanted was them knowing he was snooping around. He heard some talking from around the corner, and slipped past a slightly cracked door to his left. He watched silently through the space in the door as a pair of Overhaul's goons passed by unawares, discussing the increased speculation on the group from the Pro Heroes.

Dabi let out a snort and rolled his eyes. Barely a few weeks of the Shie Hassaikai making bigger moves and Pro Heroes were almost knocking at their door. Why Shigaraki wanted to partner with these idiots was beyond him. He turned, seeing that the walls in this new hallway were more industrial-style, gray with piping running along it.

A smirk came to his face as he looked around. It certainly gave off a vibe of 'don't let anyone in here,' which only enticed him more. If Overhaul had any secrets, this place felt more promising. He made his way down the hall, peering through the windows in the doorways. The first few rooms resembled office-spaces, with desks and files piled floor to ceiling. He considered rifling through them (or burning them) but he didn't know where he would start and didn't want anyone knowing he was down here. So he moved on.

The next few rooms made his eyes narrow and his anger began to simmer. There were operating chairs propped up in the center of the rooms, metal tables with instruments sitting beside them. Dabi hated operations and experiments–-the "doctor" that had helped put him back together made him wary of any and all medical equipment.