Don't Judge a Book

forsake ye not my law.

"Honey, I'm home," Tomura growled crashing through the roof of the house into what he assumed to be Izuku's room. Overhaul had created artificial wings for himself out of the earth and carried Toga (who absolutely insisted on coming) and Tomura to this location. How did they know this was where Dabi was? Tomura had a knack for sniffing him out (quite literally, there was no real research done). 

"Uhm?" Izuku, protected by Shouto's wing from debris, spread some of the feathers apart to see what happened. "Why are you guys here?" 

Tomura looked around the room without giving him a reason. He picked up the nendoroid box that had fallen on the ground. "Well, that's hysterical," he said, looking around the room for Dabi. Once found, he picked him up by the collar of his tiny shirt and snickered.  

"Oh, that was a gift fro- he's moving!" Izuku ran out from behind Shouto's wing and grabbed Dabi from Tomura's hands. "You're so tiny!" 

"What took you so long you bastard?!" smol Dabi snapped at Tomura. 

"God replaced you with a new and improved Dabi so I was taking my time," Tomura stole Dabi back from Izuku and placed him in his hair for safekeeping. "Think about your mistakes until we can figure out a way to get you back to normal." 

"My mistakes?" Dabi frowned, poking his head out between Tomura's fringe. "You're the one that took so long! I had to watch these two be embarrassing. Do you know how awkward that is? They had heart to heart conversations like healthy people! Absurd!" Tomura rolled his eyes. 

"You know what else is absurd? Your hair! Why is it so fucking soft when the rest of you is falling apart? Bitch! Use some goddamn lotion! Your hair is so soft..." Dabi rubbed his face against Tomura's hair strands. 

"My face and neck are the only parts of me that are like that and it's because I lick my lips and scratch my neck." 

"Use lotion!" Dabi frowned, still obsessed with the soft hair. "Fucking chapstick, I will crawl down to your mouth and use my small hands to smack some on myself if I have to." 

"We should keep him like this, it's kind of cute," Overhaul poked Dabi's forehead. 

"Sorry to interrupt but what are you going to do about the ceiling?" Izuku pointed. 

Overhaul bent down and touched some of the debris on the floor, returning it to its rightful place piece by piece. "What ceiling?" he asked. He held out his hand for Shouto to grab. "I don't think we've been properly introduced yet. My name is Overhaul." 

"From the company?" Shouto took his hand. 

"He is a demon now," Izuku eyed him up and down. "Makes sense that he would change his name, no?" 

"Chapstick, jump out the window," tiny Dabi ordered. 

"What?" 

"Just fucking do it." 

Without asking further questions, Tomura jumped out the window. Did he take the time to open it? No. He still had his own grudge-like feelings for the former angel and wanted to destroy the home as much as he could before he left. Overhaul shook his head, cleaning up the mess. 

"Let's go outside like normal people," he sighed, walking out of the room and down the stairs. 

"None of us are normal people..." Izuku followed after him.

Tomura landed in that dramatic superhero pose that shouldn't be possible for anyone right in between God Almighty and Hawks. "Oh? What's going on here?" He took off his gloves and shoved them into his pockets. "Looks like we have ourselves another revolt."