Don't Judge a Book

and god divided the light from the darkness

"There is a bit of a situation," Tomura looked at his phone. "It seems they are giving the boy a hound for his birthday. The most ruthless one too." 

Dabi spat out the water in his mouth. "What?"

"A hell-hound. You know, those terrible dogs that we happen to have. He is getting one for his birthday. Satan is tired of waiting for him to age so they decided the sooner the better." 

"The kid is still a fetus! He can't take on the role of an antichrist right now!" 

"I really don't think Satan or anyone else gives a damn about that, Dabi," Tomura shoved his phone back into his pocket and shrugged. "The end of the world is upon us, after all." 

"His birthday..." Dabi frowned. "What a terrible way to be told you're the antichrist. His birthdays are already hard on him and now he has to be told the end of the world is his fault? That poor kid..."

"You aren't his father, why should you care?" 

"Because maybe, chapstick, I do care!" Dabi snapped. He threw his cup on the ground at Tomura's feet and walked away. Back to trimming bushes and pulling weeds. 

"I know, I know that you care but my question is why? Why exactly do you care so much about this?" 

"Did you ever think, oh, I don't know, that maybe this planet is my home?!" Dabi growled, shoving his hand into the dirt to pick up a root. "I'd rather not see humanity go up in smoke because of us again. They are doing a damn good job of fucking everything up on their own. What about this don't you understand? This angel vs demon shit has to stop." 

"Touya?" Kai rounded the corner and made eye contact with Tomura. His eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms. "Why are you yelling? Who is this guy and why is he on my property?" 

"Sorry about this, sir," Dabi shot him a warm smile to try and ease his worries. "This is Tenko, an old friend of mine. We're arguing about the plant arrangements for your son's birthday party." He, as all demons should be able to, lied seamlessly. Before Kai could get too much of a look at him, Tomura changed his appearance seamlessly. His hair turned black and his ragged chapped skin and scars removed themselves to make him smooth and less alarming. 

"My apologies for the noise," he smiled, "Touya and I are childhood friends and tend to bicker a lot. He didn't even tell me that he was working here until I arrived with the party planners." Tomura elbowed Dabi in the ribs, still angry at him for going off the grid for years. 

Kai's eyes widened ever so slightly. "His birthday, right," he nodded, clearly forgetting his adopted kid even had one of those. "I'll leave that up to you then," he said, turning to leave. 

"Sir?" Dabi reached out and grabbed his shoulder. He immediately regretted his action and pulled his hand away. This guy didn't like being touched. "Are you okay? You don't look very well." 

"Yes, yes," Kai nodded, moving away from Dabi's hand that was still floating in the air. "I'm fine. You may resume work." He turned to leave once more before falling over. Dabi dropped everything in his hands and caught him. 

"Hey, uh, secretary person?" he looked around for the secretary but no one was there. Dabi didn't want to touch his forehead with his dirt-covered hand so he pressed his forehead against Kai's. "He has a fever." 

"Well that's just great, isn't it?" Tomura grumbled. "Not only does this guy have a fever, but you're cradling him in your arms and doing that forehead touch thing. And we have a hound to look out for!" 

"Chapstick," Dabi grinned from ear to ear, "could it be that you're jealous?" he smirked. 

"You goddamn aloe vera needing bastard!" Tomura's cheeks turned the slightest bit red. "Not only have I had to search the entire globe for you but you're an angel obsessed moron who now has a human crushing on you!" Tomura gestured to the window where Izuku was teaching Kota and then to the current scene with Dabi holding Kai. "And don't even get me started on that Hawks guy! How many more love interests do you need before you just settle down and pick one?! You good-for-nothing pile of shitty skin!" he grumbled.