Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 48

Aizawa was acting off.

There wasn't something in particular he'd done, but Dabi could tell.

He narrowed his eyes at the man in question, who was sitting at the kitchen table engrossed in something on his laptop.

Dabi sat slouched down on one of the loveseats in the living room, arms crossed and leg bouncing idly. He went over yesterday's events in his head one more time. Maybe he'd missed something.

After making Eri soba, he'd slunk off to take a nap in his room while Keigo and Mirko hung out with Eri. He was then loudly awoken when Keigo had burst in with his wings all puffed up. Aizawa had gotten home and told them Dabi's status was being amended to 'vigilante.'

So then why wouldn't he look Dabi in the eyes?

Dabi rapped his fingers on his bicep as he continued staring Aizawa down.

He'd let nothing out of the ordinary slip during the subsequent celebratory meal and dessert. The trial was a mere two days from today, but until this weird detachment Aizawa had been acting like everything was falling into place.

Was that it?

Had something come up that would hurt their chances in the courtroom? Was Aizawa keeping it to himself to avoid causing more anxiety?

Good luck with that, Dabi thought wryly. His anxiety was already through the roof.

Aizawa seemed to sense that he was being watched. He flicked his eyes up from his laptop screen and locked onto Dabi's gaze. Dabi didn't falter, simply tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

Aizawa's mouth thinned and he turned back to the computer.

It pissed Dabi off.

"Hey, what the fu–" he started, pushing himself forward so he was no longer slouching.

Aizawa interrupted him by closing his laptop suddenly and standing. "I have to go meet with Nighteye and Present Mic," he said with clipped words. "Stay here."

Dabi scoffed in disbelief. "Ex-fucking-scuse me?"

Aizawa didn't answer, moving to grab a jacket and heading towards the door.

"No!" Dabi snapped, shoving himself to his feet. He cut Aizawa off by slamming his hand against the door to keep him from opening it. "Tell me what's going on."

Aizawa hesitated, looking like he was thinking something over before he finally spoke up. "It isn't anything that you can help with."

"Is it something with the trial?" Dabi pressed. "Tell me."

"Dabi, no."

Dabi's anger flared again. "Why not?" he snapped. "You've been acting fucking weird since yesterday."

"It would only cause more problems," Aizawa replied coolly.

Dabi ground his teeth angrily, though he felt his chest twist painfully at Aizawa's implication.

"You mean I would cause more problems. You don't trust me."

"That's not what I–"

"Then fucking tell me!" Dabi yelled, his heart hammering away at his ribs.

The silence that answered was nearly deafening.

"Fuck you," Dabi snarled. He shoved himself away from the door, turning on his heel and stalking towards his room.

"Dabi–" Aizawa called after him.

Dabi sent a feral glare over his shoulder. "Don't you have a meeting to fucking get to?" he snapped.