Part Seven

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Tomura didn't speak to Dabi for almost a week. Everything felt so awkward. He had never opened up to anyone before (besides his master). Every time Tomura saw him, he felt as if he had millions of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He had no idea where it was coming from.

Oh well. It didn't matter. Tomura desperately needed a strategy in order to defeat hero society. As if on queue, Dabi walked in through the doorway.

Tomura could smell the smoke lingering off of his body. His face immediately turned a bright shade of pink. "Oh hey, mophead. It's been a while since we've talked. Are you okay?"

Tomura hesitated. "Y-yeah! I'm fine." He said,  accidentally dropping his notebook. Dabi smirked. "That's nice...what are you doing out here anyway?"

He sat on the couch next to Tomura. "I'm just trying to think of a strategy to defeat hero society. I lost the fight but I have no idea why. Have any ideas?

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