Dabi had been out training almost all day. 7am and it was about to be 7pm. Of course, he had told the others where he'd be so they didn't worry and could check on him if they saw fit but other than that, he just trained. Of course, he took small breaks as to not collapse. Unfortunately, now was the time when he needed the break but pushed himself.
Dabi was using regenerative targets so that he could keep burning them as he pleased without them not being able to be used anymore. He had felt himself beginning to overheat but he wrongly assumed he could keep going, even as his body became more sluggish. He panted heavily, trying to get one last burst of fire out but only ended up falling back instead onto the grass, his fire surrounding him a little as if to light where he was.
"Fuck. I'm stuck here," Dabi muttered to himself through pants before a shout of frustration left him.
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Bad Apple [ᴅᴀʙɪ's ɪɴsᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ]
Adventure❝ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ? ɪ'ᴠᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪғ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ. ɪғ ɪ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ.❞ ~Bad Apple (English) by