Don't Judge a Book

therefore they did set over them taskmasters to afflict them with their burdens

"He isn't waking up," Shouto's voice was barely audible. Dabi rested on the floor in Izuku's bookstore. His burns still sizzling from the events in Heaven. 

"I'm honestly not sure if he will," Izuku sat beside him, staring down. He had no more healing powers. His own back was still sizzling from the after-effects. He hadn't known pain like this before. He couldn't imagine what Dabi must be feeling. 

"This is your damned fault!" Tomura growled, pointing at Izuku. "If you hadn't gotten fucking involved he wouldn't be like this! I just got him to get into some sort of real relationship and now I don't even know if he will wake up!" 

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo snapped. "From what I heard, if Izuku hadn't done anything to help you lot, Dabi over here would already be dead! So keep your damn mouth shut, asshole." 

"You wanna say that again?" Tomura took one step towards Bakugo, it was enough to make his skin crawl. This angel was all talk and no bite. He had no interest in fighting demons. Bakugo, like most of Heaven, didn't want to get 'infected' with their disease. He had these sentiments, but for some reason couldn't escape from Eijirou. He'd gotten attached to that one. 

"Damn though, the boss is super manly. Going to Heaven all on his own to save the one who used to be the love of his life," Eijirou stared at Dabi with stars in his eyes. "How much manlier can one get?" 

Tomura sat on the ground next to Dabi and beside Izuku. He stared at the used-to-be angel. "Listen," he started, exhaling a long sigh, "you and Shouto need to hit the road. You can't stay in one place too long. Bakugo will keep your shop running for you and you can come back once in a while. But God is going to start sending people to 'punish' half-and-half as part of Dabi's punishment. That's what I suspect, anyway," he held out Dabi's car keys with two of his fingers. "Get a move on." 

"No," Izuku shook his head. "I have to be here when he wakes up. It's my fault he is like this. I should be here." 

"Are you listening to me? Shouto is going to end up like this if you stay here. Do you want that?" Tomura held out the keys to Shouto, hoping he would be the more sensible one of the two. 

"I can't leave him. He is my brother. I practically sent him up there. This is my fault too." 

Tomura inhaled, dropped the keys next to Shouto and then put on his gloves. He grabbed Shouto's head with one hand and Izuku's with the other. Tomura slammed their heads together. 

"What was that for," Izuku frowned, rubbing his forehead. 

"Get the fuck out of here, will you?" Tomura scratched his neck. "I'm not going to ask nicely again. I'm practically the underground leader of Hell since Dabi doesn't do his damn job right. I could send a bunch of assholes after you with the snap of my fingers. Don't think I won't. I still loathe your existence, Izuku," his eye twitched as he spoke that confession. The look on Tomura's face sent shivers over Izuku's entire body. He wasn't kidding. 

The former angel grabbed the keys and then grabbed Shouto's hand. "We're leaving," he announced, exiting the building. 

"Wa-" Shouto refuted as the door closed. 

"I didn't agree to watch this fucking bookstore for the rest of my life," Bakugo crossed his arms. Tomura walked over and grabbed his chin, forcing him to stare right into his eyes. 

"If you act like a little bitch, I'm going to treat you like a little bitch. I have demons right across this fucking street and I will not hesitate to drag your sorry ass down to Hell. Stop being a little shit and get over it. You're watching this damned place for that fucking broccoli boy. Understand? If anything happens to this shop, it'll be your skin that I carve off." Tomura removed his hand. He walked over to Dabi, picked him up, and slung him over his shoulder. 

"I'm going back home but don't think I don't have eyes watching you." And, in an instant, he was gone. 

"Boss #2 is also a hardcore man!" Eijirou, still with stars in his eyes, swooned. 

"I fucking hate my life," Bakugo let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and sat on the floor. "God better figure her shit out because I don't want to stay here forever." 

"Aw, come on Bakubro, it can't be that bad," Eijirou sat down next to him and draped his arm over his shoulder. "I'm here." 

"Is that supposed to be a perk? That isn't a perk. What the fuck are you still visiting me for? We aren't friends." 

"Don't say that," Eijirou pouted. "We're totally friends!" 

"Yeah, okay," he rolled his eyes.