Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 19

Fuyumi was here.

Fuyumi had slapped him.

Fuyumi had slapped him?!

The shock of it all quickly mutated into something more familiar. Anger.

"Fucking what?!" Dabi growled, all surprise in his expression dropping like lead.

He dropped his hand from his face and straightened up, looking down at her.

Fuyumi cradled the hand she'd slapped him with in her other one, some scratches bleeding slightly on her palm from where her skin had caught on his staples. The seam on his cheek stung, but he didn't think it was torn.

"What the hell have you been saying to my brother?" she demanded. To her credit, she didn't shrink away under the nasty glare he pinned her with.

Her brother?! Dabi could almost laugh, if he wasn't so pissed off.

"Tell me, princess," Dabi sneered, shoving his face into hers. She finally took a half-step away from him. His head congratulated him on having that effect on her. His heart twisted in an ugly way and he didn't know why. "What has your stupid little brother been telling you, hm?"

She sputtered angrily.

"He's not the problem here! Whatever you did has him..." Fuyumi snapped her jaw shut, clearly about to say more than she had meant to.

"Has him what exactly?" Dabi snapped. He could feel the collar around his neck whir gently against his skin. While he would have felt the familiar prickling of heat lapping at his staples with just the wrist suppressors, now he didn't feel any flames rise with his anger. It felt...cold...

"What's Endeavor's precious little prodigy getting into?" he prodded.

Her eyes widened before a steeled rage settled into them.

Ah, there it is, Dabi thought cruelly. That famous Todoroki temper dad gave us.

Her jaw was clenched so tightly, it looked like she'd crack her teeth.

"You're nothing but a two-bit villain," Fuyumi ground out. "You're messing with my brother, and you're wasting our time."

Dabi's face twitched in raw irritation. She was sounding a lot like–"Is this you talking, or dear old dad?"

This time, it was Fuyumi who took a step towards him. She opened her mouth to snap at him and lifted her injured hand to shove a finger in his face.

Dabi's eyes flared and he shot his hand up and caught hers in a crushing grip, yanking forward on it to make her stumble. He bared his teeth. "Don't put your fucking hand in my face."

Then he was jerked harshly backwards, forced to let go of Fuyumi's hand to keep his balance as his arms were pinned down to his sides and large arms wrapped around him from behind. Vlad.

Aizawa shoved his way in between them, pushing Fuyumi back and keeping a firm grip on her shoulder.

"What is going on here?" Aizawa nearly shouted.

It was then that Dabi remembered: they were in the middle of a crowded hallway.

He let an almost hysterical smile grace his face.

"Nothing's going on," he chirped, jerking a couple of times to see if he could get loose. But Vlad held him tightly. He wasn't going anywhere.

Dabi zeroed his eyes back on Fuyumi as he stilled. "Just a villain corrupting the youth," he said with a vicious grin. "I haven't said shit to your brother, but maybe I should."