Author's Note: Yep, got started on another. Title is the same as a song by The Beatles; it's a pretty crazy sounding song actually, like some madness mantra for a love struck psycho. Anyway, enjoy ya'll, beware of possible spoilers for the Internship Arc!
"I'm done. No wait, I still got a little fight left! Um….actually I think I'm going to throw up."
Twice tapped out, letting his chopsticks drop from his grip as he leaned back in his chair; he wiped his mouth before tugging the bottom half of his mask down with a groan. Toga was still digging in, but she was a few bowls behind Chizue, who was on her tenth serving of fried pork and rice. Mr. Compress was playing the part of referee and had so far booted out Twice, Magne, and Spinner from the impromptu game. Dabi was slumped over in the busted couch with a bowl of his own, but he had declined taking an active role as a competitor.
"Hey Toga, your skirt's looking a bit tight there." Chizue said with a teasing smile as she reached to scoop another serving into her empty dish. "At this rate you'll need to fill out a request for a new uniform. Maybe you should quit before the seams bust."
"I'm not done yet!" Toga chomped down on a particularly fatty piece of pork, but before she could chew, her face went from red to green. Chizue didn't bother hiding a smug smile as she practically shoved her own food down with ease just to show off, pausing only to let out an resonant belch as she reached for her beer.
"Nice." Spinner commented, though he himself wasn't in the best shape; he had taken a seat on the floor and looked about ready to pass out.
"I try." Chizue winked as she finished bowl number eleven and beer number eight. "Big sis, you sure you'll be okay over there?"
"Chi-sweetie, don't underestimate my stamina!" Magne was stroking her own slightly swollen stomach, willing her guts to not spew over the ground as she lounged on the couch next to Dabi. "I swear, I don't know where she puts it."
"I think I have an idea." Dabi glanced at Chizue pointedly, though if he was honest, he didn't mean to imply she was fat; though she was only a of couple inches taller than Toga, she was also three times her girth. Chizue's actual build was comparable to a mix of solid and slight mush, not quite fat but not all hard muscle. Still, the amount Chizue needed to consume in one meal alone would be enough to send even a tank of a person to the hospital or at least have them hurling out the contents of their stomach. But then, Chizue was definitely a unique case as far as binge eating went.
"I win!" Chizue slammed her empty bowl on the table. "Alright, where's the cake? I think this calls for a treat."
"Please don't mention cake right now Chizue-chan." Toga held her stomach.
"You might want to avoid celebrating with the destruction of our cookware." Mr. Compress said lightly.
"Whoops. I'll clean it up." Chizue laughed as she reached across the table to pluck a slice of cake from the dessert plate, brushing aside the remains of the shattered bowl. "No one want any dessert? I got fresh ingredients to make this."
"Maybe later." Magne could hardly stand to look at the platter of admittedly decadent sweets. "I sure hope your gut doesn't burst on you."
"Aw, this is hardly anything. You should see me on days I have to really hustle." Chizue remarked as she stabbed the cake with a fork, impaling a ripe red raspberry with a greedy gleam in her eyes.
Spinner licked his lips. "That cake does look good."
"You might not want to push it." Dabi commented carelessly; he had barely eaten anything, the one portion in his bowl not even half of what the others had consumed in one dish.
"Eh...I'm going for it." Spinner stood up slowly and sat down across from Chizue. "Hey Chizue, you can have my berries; I hate the seeds. Always get caught in my teeth."
"Sure thing!" Chizue nodded eagerly as Spinner began piling the fruit on her plate. "I guess the sugar cancels it out, but ya know, fruit gives me a great boost."
"Which was it that makes you stronger? Was it grains?" Mr. Compress asked as he pulled up a chair for himself; he hadn't actually participated in the eating contest himself, so he had more than enough room for a slice of cake.
"Meat and dairy do the most, but fruit and vegetables are good for longer lasting energy." Chizue explained. "Things like sweets and bread are still filling, so as long as I eat a lot they help, but they burn out a lot faster. So say, if we were doing a job today, I'd definitely want to pile on the pork."
"Nooo...don't say pork!" Toga pleaded softly from her seat as she brought a hand to her mouth.
"And here I assumed that the young were able to eat as much as they liked without consequences. Well, I suppose we all have our limits." Mr. Compress acknowledged.
"Chi-sweetie, you really don't mind sharing, right? Have you eaten your intake for the day?" Magne spoke from the couch like she was a few minutes away from sleep.
"I'm good, I had more than enough for now. Man, I love when they have pork on clearance, they're practically giving it away!" Chizue grinned from ear to ear as she inhaled her cake slice.
"You could always just steal it." Twice piped up, trying not to doze off from how full his belly felt.
"Too much hassle. Besides, Shigaraki gives me enough to fund my intake needs." Chizue said dismissively.
"Sounds like you're just lazy." Spinner commented.
"Eh, yeah."
"Hey Chizue-chan, if you could eat any of us, who would you eat first?" Toga asked curiously.
"Well first off I don't eat people I like." Chizue told her. "But I could see myself eating you. Younger flesh tends to be the most tender."
Toga blushed hard. "H-hey, don't you think that's a little too forward?!"
"Chi-sweetie, what about me?" Magne asked excitedly, rising up in her seat as much as her bloated belly would allow without discomfort.
"Your skin is flawless, so I can totally see that."
"I take very good care of my body." Magne said proudly.
Chizue flashed a thumbs up and turned to Spinner. "But I'd have to fry you up first."
"What? And I never asked in the first place." Spinner looked at her warily.
"It's just hypothetical." Chizue waved him off. "Did you know in some places they fry lizard meat for snacking?"
"Do you want me to kill you?"
"No."
"Hey, me next!" Twice raised his hand. "What do you think I'd taste like?"
"You look like you might be a little tough, but it's nothing a good saute couldn't fix. Now that Muscular guy you used to have, if I ate him, I'd become ten times as strong as I already am, but I'd have to put him in a slow cooker."
"What if you ate our boss?" Dabi tossed out.
"I think he'd taste too dry. Hm...you know, I don't think I can actually eat Kurogiri…" Chizue smiled suddenly. "Mr. Compress, you look like you take good care of yourself; I bet you taste great."
Mr. Compress lowered the brim of his hat over his eyes. "Chizue, be more mindful of your phrasing won't you?"
Chizue's laughter boomed and she slammed a fist on the table. "You are a riot!"
"Chi-sweetie be careful, you just broke the corner again."
"Oops. Sorry." There was a reason Chizue was only allowed to eat at a specific table for her own use. "Don't know my own strength. The pork just zipped right through my system."
"By the way," Mr. Compress began. "I myself have only seen you eat food since you joined us. Are you abstaining for some reason?"
"What? No way, I'm not a nun."
Mr. Compress regarded her for a moment. "A nun?"
"You perverted glutton, he's asking why you haven't eaten any human flesh since you got here." Spinner snapped impatiently at Chizue.
"Well why didn't he say so?"
"He did say so!"
"Oh. Oh yeah."
Dabi snorted lightly under his breath and Magne turned to give him a suspiciously wide smile, which he pointedly ignored.
"Mr. Compress, you weren't here when Twice brought Chi-sweetie to the base, weren't you?"
"I wasn't. Did I miss something?"
"I wasn't here either." Toga reminded Magne. "What happened? Don't tell me she picked a fight."
"Well let me fill you in Toga-chan." Magne offered with a grin. "You see, Chi came here with another guy who ended up bad mouthing the boss because he was rejected. And then-well, you tell them Chi-sweetie, you were there. And don't miss out on the gory details!"
Chizue chuckled. "We just met that day trying to make contact with the League. Now I had heard Shigaraki was more interested in quality than quantity these days, so I figured what better way to show I was reliable than to kill two birds with one stone?"
"What kind of Quirk did he have? Did you use it?"
Chizue nodded; she was always happy to slam someone's head into the ground when they started getting too mouthy, especially when it would give her a leg up. Even with the light breakfast she had that morning (five dozen eggs, six pieces of buttered toast, and a gallon of milk) the wannabe thug's head had smashed open like a melon with one shove onto the concrete floor.
"Beats me, I spat him right out. He tasted like crap." Chizue made an exaggerated face and Toga and Twice busted into laughter.
"Oh Chi-sweetie, you didn't do Dabi-kun yet; you wouldn't want to make him feel left out, would you?"
Dabi gave Magne a look. "You're really going to push this aren't you?"
Chizue took the request seriously. "Your Quirk would be really cool, but there's no point when I'd only get to use like, say a fraction of it. It's like if I ate Toga: I'd only be able to change for maybe a few minutes, or with Twice I'd probably get to make just one more half assed clone."
"But how do you think Dabi-kun would taste?"
"Like someone charred a steak too long."
No one really even attempted to hide their amusement; Mr. Compress actually had to turn around to avoid looking at Dabi's dead eyed expression and risk bursting into chuckles. Chizue looked around, wondering what she had said that was so funny.
"Just eat around the burned bits." Twice suggested.
"You are right." Chizue told him as she helped herself to another slice of cake. "After all, waste not want not."
"Here, here!" Twice raised a bottle of Chizue's beer. "I'm completely sober."
"Tough luck with this one." Magne patted Dabi's shoulder briefly.
"I don't want that cannibal near me; call me nuts, but I'm not in the mood to be literal dead meat."
"It's never gets easier you know." Magne sighed wistfully. "It's why I like to remain untethered; even when the uncontrollable flames of desire burn so fiercely I feel I might burn alive, I can't afford to lose myself to the embrace of a lover, no matter how tempting!"
"Too many people here have one track minds." Dabi muttered under his breath as Magne continued her speech, unhindered by his lack of interest. Half the members seemed obsessed with something; Spinner emulating every aspect of Stain despite his better sense, Toga with her gruesome penchant for blood, Chizue's fixation with cramming as much food in her mouth as possible instead of coming up with anything constructive to say.
"I feel like she's got no direction."
Magne paused and looked down at Dabi. "Who?"
"Chizue doesn't seem to different from the novice's that Shigaraki started off with." Dabi commented as he watched Chizue try to stab Twice's hand for the last piece of cake. "Someone who takes whatever they want without a thought to anything else."
"Ah, don't be so judgemental Dabi-kun." Magne said cheerfully as she cracked open a beer and held it out to him. "Chi just wants to live her life how we all do."
"And how's that?"
"When it comes down to it, we're all here because we aren't content with the lot we've been given in this life." Mr. Compress strolled over to them casually, having overheard their conversation; he himself didn't care much to take part in the more rambunctious free for all at the table across the room. "General discontent is what brought us all here."
Dabi couldn't argue with that. "It's nothing personal, but you realize that woman is eating with only one chopstick, right?"
Magne cocked her head to the side. "When did Chi start doing that?"
"It's a metaphor to say one is a bit touched in the head." Mr. Compress explained readily. "You know, someone whose lost their marbles? A few sandwiches short of a picnic? The light's are on but no one's upstairs-?"
"She's an unstable hedonist. And I wasn't the only one who noticed."
Dabi could easily recall Shigaraki had looked downright ready to throw up when he saw Chizue pick at the splattered remains of the potential recruit and he himself wasn't too far behind. But the most vivid memory of their first meeting was how she popped an eyeball into her mouth as easily as a piece of candy.
"Dabi, should I remind you of the pile of bodies burned to less than mounds of flesh when you were done with them? Not that I don't commend your technique." Mr. Compress added. "Who are any of us to really say which one of us is more depraved or not in the right?"
Dabi shrugged; he couldn't quite come up with a counterargument.
"I wonder if Chi wouldn't mind showing me some of those wrestling moves of hers." Magne asked aloud. "Dabi-kun, you're not that used to close combat, right? Maybe you should go request a private lesson."
Without even looking in her direction, Dabi jammed a large chunk of fried pork into Magne's open mouth; she swallowed it without pause, following the silent threat with gushing about being hand fed. Unfortunately, this was followed by Magne's stomach making an abnormally loud gurgling noise and her rushing to the nearest container.
Dabi couldn't find it in himself to feel the least bit sorry when she went to throw it all back up in the large serving bowl that held the leftovers of Chizue's feast.
"Big sis, ya need some water?"
"T-that'd be great!"
"No problem. Toga, hold back her hair for me, huh?" Chizue winced as Magne let out a particularly loud and drawn out retching sound; Toga bounced over and did just as she was asked, rubbing a hand between Magne's shoulders as she tried not to breathe too much for fear of inhaling the ensuing smell.
"I think this is the last time we have any eating competitions." Spinner had to look away and set down his fork; the cake suddenly didn't look quite so appetizing anymore. "Let's leave the bingeing to a professional."
"Aw shucks, go on." Chizue fluttered her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion as she stood on the side with a cup of water.
Spinner stared up at her.
"No really, go on." Chizue handed Magne the glass as soon as the woman was able to prop her head up. "I enjoy praise when it's due, especially seeing as how you guys are lightweights. Hey Dabi, can you get Big sis another glass? I'm going to try to clean this up; wish me luck on not spewing!"
Chizue didn't wait for him to answer before tossing him the glass over her shoulder; with a half grimace she began to carry out the toxic mixture at arm's length for dumping. Dabi caught the cup easily and got up to fill it from their busted out tap.
"Luck."