Tidbit 2: Dabi uses hair dye!?

Warnings: I don't know.

Time & Place: A few weeks into them living in a hideout.

Description: The League finds out that Dabi wears hair dye.

Black was all around him. On his hands. On the sink. In the toilet. On the mirror. He can't even recollect how this mess even came to be.

He sighed heavily. "D**n, now I have clean it." It's not his fault that the hair dye was complete and utter crap. He means, what else could he have bought? Money doesn't grow on trees!

First, he has to cleanse his hands. He turned on the water, letting the black swirl away. Dabi waited until the sink was relatively clean before he dampened a paper towel and started to wipe at the black gunk everywhere.

When he was halfway done, a knock sounded on the door. Dabi sighed. Once he opened the door, he met face to face with his new boss. "Yo boss," he said in an amused tone, which irritated Shigiraki a bunch.

"What are you doing in here so early every Monday?" Shigiraki growled. Nosy much? Why should he care what he was doing? It's not like he came here because he wanted to do what Shigiraki wanted.

"Hm? Who said I came here every Monday~?" Dabi added more of a teasing element into his tone, causing the boss to glare at him. The acting wasn't so bad. As long as he got this type of reaction, he'd do it for a living.

His nosy so-called "leader" looked over his shoulder. He obviously spotted the hair dye, as he raised an eyebrow at Dabi. "Hair dye?" The more I look into this guy, the more I realize I don't know. He thought.

"DABI WEARS HAIR DYE!?" Toga shrieked. "YOU'RE HAIR ISN'T BLACK!?"

"Would you shut up? You're giving me a headache." Dabi chortled, getting angry.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She grinned evilly. "I'LL CONTINUE YELLING THEN!" The grumpy man clamped a hand on her mouth. "Yell again, and you'll be nothing but a pile of warm embers."

"Aw, Dabi, don't be mean!/Yes let's turn her into a pile of ashes."

Twice was honestly still a mystery, but what does it matter? Everyone here f****d up sometime in their life. What business is it his how they got here?

Toga bit his hand, which flared up in blue flames in rage. She shrieked. "Dabi, what the h***!?" "You're fault." Though honestly, he hadn't meant to do that. His reflexes decided that letting a little blood-obsessed b***h bite his hand was a danger.

"But seriously Dabi. What color is your hair?" The bloodsucker asked. Like he didn't just almost turn her into a human version of a charred chicken.

He rolled his eyes. "My hair color is none of your business."

"Well, well, well. What would a little hair color show and tell hurt?" Shigiraki grinned from his seat at the bar swivel chair. "Aren't you being a little too defensive about hair?"

"Aren't you being a little too intrigued in hair?" His boss had a point, but so Dabi. Both of them were in a tight spot.

"Fine. Brood to yourself about your hair. See if I care." He gave him a side-eyed glare. "But if you really want to keep this hair color of yours a secret, choose a less cheap hair dye."

The blue flame right-hand man snorted. "Aye, aye, Captain A**hole!"

A/N: Here's some news! I've decided to just focus on 4 of my fanfictions. The two I'm not going to focus on for a while and put on hold are..."Differences Aside", and "Welp, Secrets Out!". Sad right? Turns out this is too much. You thought I had 3 fanfics? I have 4 now. Yeah. I'm an idiot. I hope you enjoyed this. Have an amazing morning/afternoon/evening/night! Peace out (I got a 99 on Grammarly!)!