The Jackass is nice?

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After P.E. Tomura saw Dabi uneasy because of something. It wasn't clear to him why he was uneasy but he just was.

After a few short seconds Dabi sprinted towards Tomura.

He gently grabbed Tomura by the wrist and dragged him into an empty hallway. "Look, I know you didn't hear my apology at the hospital. Why?" Dabi rushed "Well I intentionally said it quieter so you wouldn't know that I have a soft side." he continued.

"So?"

"Sorry." Dabi blurted out just loud enough so only Tomura could hear.

"The patchworked jackass is nice? Finally!" Tomura said.

Dabi made a gesture at him to be quiet then let him go.

"Oh my god! Finally!" Toga complained rushing to Tomura.

She had Tomura locked up in an embrace. "I heard what Dabi did to you! I'm so sorry I let him do that to you!" Toga squealed.

"Toga?" Jin asked concerned, looking around for Toga "Oh." he continued.

"Oh yes. This is Jin. He's Dabi's friend but he's nice!"

"Now I understand why Dabi calls you a mophead... You have such messy hair!" Jin pointed out not trying to sound rude.

"Yeah... I kinda lost all my hairbrushes..." Tomura shrugged.

They walked home keeping up the small chat. "Oh this is my stop.." Tomura pointed.

On the sign it said the train won't come until one hour.

"Dammit... I missed it again..." Tomura groaned.

Outside it started raining shortly after Tomura cursed himself for missing the train.

"Great and now I can't walk home."

The doors to the train stop flinged open to reveal the unwanted, Dabi.

"Oh who do we have here. The mophead." The raven haired man whispered with excitement in his tone.

"Leave me the fuck alone patchwork." At this point Tomura started scratching his neck.

This habit, well, disorder had been disappearing lately and Dabi triggered it again right when Tomura started getting better.

His slightly not healed wounds opened again to reveal his raw neck that started bleeding slightly.

Dabi grabbed Tomura's wrist, removing it from his neck.

"I know I'm the big bad villain guy but nobody should scratch their neck so much that it'll bleed." Dabi clarified.

Tomura sighed putting his hand down in defeat. "Okay." he groaned.

"Good."

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They'd spent an hour waiting for the train. When the train got there they stormed in tired of the cold benches.

Finally I can get home Tomura thought.

The whole time the two were completely silent. Only when the train stopped Dabi had blurted out a goodbye.

Time to get home.

By the time he got out of the train it stopped raining and it was quite sunny.

He got in with the key under the doormat.

That meant that his mother's home.

When he got in he smelt the familiar smell of the famous spicy pork ramen.

Why was it so famous in Tomura's household? Well because his mother was a great chef. She changed the recipe a bit to fit the traditions of their family more.

Tomura loved it.

He ate it and went to bed.

"I wonder if Dabi does actually care for me or is it just pity..." he mumbled.

After a few short minutes he went to bed


Word count: 542

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