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Connected

Dabi's gaze narrowed.

The match was over but something wasn't right.

He watched as Kagome stumbled off of the arena's platform. Her face had gone pale as she pressed her palm to the side of her head—as if she were trying to block something out.

"What the hell?" He questioned no one in particular.

Had someone used a quirk on her?

A cold feeling settled in his stomach at the thought.

He quickly took out his phone and dialed her number. It rang once, twice then on the third ring he heard the low sigh of her voice.

"Sorry, I worried you didn't I?" Kagome sounded worn out even through the phone.

His brows furrowed, "When don't you worry me?" Dabi continued, "But you want to tell me what happened? One second you were fine then the next you doubled over."

The young woman gave a long sigh on the other end of the line, "I'm not really sure but it felt like I was remembering something."

Remembering?

"What do you mean?"

Kagome continued, "It, well, felt like I had that conversation with Inuyasha before. Like deja vu. I can't say why but it felt like a memory."

His lips pressed into a thin line, "But as far as I know this is the first time you two met. He wasn't close to our family."

"I don't know," He heard her sigh once more. "Regardless I think I'm going to rest for a bit before the next match. Are you going to be alright over there?"

His lips curved into a faint smirk, "Kid, I'm the last person you should be worrying about. Get some sleep, you probably overused your quirk in that fight."

He'd look into Kagome's connection with Inuyasha later. Right now he just needed to make sure that she was ready to face the rest of the Sports Festival. Chances were they would discover what was going on in a few day's time. Given the teen's aggressive nature, he would want a rematch after the Festival was over.

Dabi sat back on the couch, "What're you craving for dinner anyways?" He tried to distract her.

The soft sound of her laughter filtered through the phone, "I take it that you're going to spoil me with your cooking tonight?"

His smirk grew a little wider, "Among other things."

By now the exhaustion she'd displayed before was gone. In its place was a joyful mirth.

He didn't know what to make of this strange incident. What he did know was that he wasn't about to let it happen again.

His fingers curled against the cloth of the couch tightly.

"Hurry up and win. This house gets boring."

Her laughter slowed for just a minute, "Okay, okay. I'll try to hurry. Just don't do anything without me."

His lips curled upwards, "Never."