Heroes in the Dark chapter 54
They didn't leave the villain hospital until around noon.
Shigaraki had been insistent on leaving as early in the morning as possible. But not everyone could get what they want, now could they? For the leader of the League, his efforts to get everyone together to leave was as effective as herding cats. He had trouble getting ahold of Mr. Compress, who he dubbed as the one responsible for taking their only means of transportation and booking a hotel room away from their location.
Tokoyami had been going through his medical supplies, making sure everything was in order, while Shigaraki paced the room cursing his team's negligence. Spinner was doing his best to reassure the boss that this wasn't an issue – it's okay that they were getting a late start, right?
As it turned out, Twice had slept in while Toga took a long bath and Compress enjoyed the last small comforts of their stay. They got the most out of that room, and by late morning when Shigaraki was about ready to give up he finally got his call returned.
Shigaraki ranted at them while Dabi snickered in the corner. He'd seen stuff like this before, but it had been made increasingly obvious over the past week just how dysfunctional the whole League was. It was almost embarrassing at times.
Eventually, though, they all did manage to come together. Mr. Compress came through the door with a flourish of his overcoat, declaring that their ride awaited. Toga looked quite content with herself, and only Twice was truly conflicted with his actions, as per usual.
"Yo, Dabi! You should've ditched whatever you were doing to join us! It wasn't much fun – you wouldn't have liked it much anyway," Twice assured.
"Ah, well, there were only two beds, you see," Mr. Compress said.
Dabi stared them down evenly. "Actually, it was almost peaceful last night without you three complaining. Besides, I'll be back in my own bed soon enough."
"Aww, so soon? But I can come too, right?" Toga asked, ever so innocently. When Dabi cast her a deadly glare, she giggled. "Or not! But no worries, I'm sure Tomura will find us a great place for a base!"
Tokoyami looked over skeptically at Shigaraki, who had gone rigid at the declaration. He didn't have any more capacity to complain at their negligence now that they were here, having already berated them at length over the phone. He muttered something under his breath and after a bit of organization everyone was ready to leave.
Tokoyami had only his medical supplies and the clothes available to him. He carried them himself, though Spinner did offer to help him. The League flanked him as they left the building, walking confidently through the dimly lit halls. He caught a glimpse of the doctor that had treated him before they left completely, but the man averted his gaze. He may have healed him, but he wanted nothing to do with whatever happened from this point on.
They ascended a staircase to the exit, and Shigaraki threw open the door leading back to the outside world. Or rather, into a cluttered back alley that reeked of garbage and discarded medical supplies. Cold line shined onto the buildings above their heads, but the drab and secluded part of the city they found themselves in was cast in shadow. Tokoyami shuddered as the cool October air came into contact with him. Behind them, the faded, nondescript door of the villain hospital closed. He could hear the sounds of the city much clearer now, and he wondered if there was a chance of heroes patrolling this area. But even if there were, he kept his beak shut and steeled himself to continue forward, heading to one end of the ally where a white van was parked.
Tokoyami couldn't help the feeling of dread that came upon him. And yet he wasn't saddened – if anything, it was what he'd come to expect. It was just the next part of whatever grim escapades the League would be taking him on. All he could truly do was be optimistic that it couldn't possibly be worse than what his previous arrangement had been. But still he couldn't rid himself of these feelings.
Twice was their driver. Evidently Spinner didn't actually have a license when he drove last, but they weren't out here to be law-abiding citizens anyway, so it hardly mattered. Dabi climbed into the front with him to lead the way, the hood of his coat pulled over his head just in case someone on the streets caught sight of him in the car.
Tokoyami climbed quietly into the back of the truck after Mr. Compress and Spinner. Toga came in behind him and Shigaraki brought up the rear, closing the doors to trap them all in. The only light came from a small grated window dividing the back from the front, where he could see the people in the driver's seat shifting around.
Upon entering the truck, Tokoyami was quick to pick up on an off-putting sensation that gave him pause. He stood numbly in the vehicle, trying to figure out what was wrong, and Toga quirked an eyebrow at him from where she'd already settled down on the floor.
"You gonna sit down or what? You don't wanna get hurt just from driving around, do you?" she purred.
"Ah… no," he muttered, following her lead and sliding down onto the steel ground in the corner opposite her. He kept his gaze focused on the floor so that the rest of the League would leave him alone, which they did as the truck began to move. It was only then that his eyes, adjusted to the dim light, began to make out familiar markings scorched onto every surface of the truck going outwards towards the door. And then it clicked, and he realized that the smell of fire lingered faintly in the air. Something had happened in this truck that had caused Dabi to use his flames in full force. Tokoyami ran his hand over one of the marks, shuddering at the metal that had warped from the intense heat. His hand came away with black ash, and Tokoyami grimaced at the sight.
"Did something happen here?" Tokoyami asked. The ensamble of villains looked over at him, and he shifted uncomfortably while gesturing at the evidence. "…What foes did you face without my knowledge? This is the result of a fight, isn't it?"
"Ah. Hm." Mr. Compress fiddled with something in his hand. "I suppose we didn't clean up very well, now did we? But really, don't mind the mess."
Shigaraki followed his sights, tracing the marks along the walls. "We were quick to pick up on that. I should've figured. Either way, it doesn't really concern you. It was just a little scuffle, is all."
Tokoyami wasn't about to trust that for a second, but he also didn't want to press further on whatever they were being held responsible for.
He didn't miss how eager the League was to avoid the subject matter, though. Spinner was being quitter than usual, and Shigaraki was watching him suspiciously, waiting to see if he'd say something regrettable. Twice and Dabi had likely heard the exchange, but they didn't comment.
The drive was one of awkward silence, where Tokoyami just had to tolerate sharing the space of the truck with the rest of the League. It wasn't much different from how his time spent in recovery had been, except for the jostling of the vehicle and the occasional scraps of curses and directions from the front.
At some point he found himself watching Mr. Compress playing with one of his marbles, rolling it between the fingers of his robotic hand. When Mr. Compress noticed his audience of one, Tokoyami asked him what his fascination was with that particular marble. Having dealt with the man's quirk in the past, there must've been something inside. It could've been anything from a priceless relic to a rock, but it was trapped all the same inside the small capsule. But Mr. Compress didn't have an answer for him. Or rather, he held onto his "magician's secrets" and all other sorts of lame excuses to dodge the question.
Other than that, everyone kept to themselves and it was ultimately uneventful. Even Toga didn't seem to be in the mood to mess with him, considering this would hopefully be her last chance for a while. If this arrangement was what he thought it was going to be, then maybe he could actually find some sort of peace in all this. After all, it was only one person he had to deal with. Tokoyami has just grateful when the truck finally did come to a stop and Twice called out, "We're here! Hang on, don't get out yet."
Shigaraki ignored that and threw open the back doors. He scanned their surroundings cautiously, but it didn't seem like anyone else was around to bear witness. "Not everyone needs to get out. We don't need to make a scene, so most of you should stay here." It was a good idea, considering how much they stand out. But when Tokoyami got out of the truck, everyone was quick to follow anyway. Shigaraki growled in annoyance, but didn't protest further.
This was definitely a seedy part of town. It was midday by now, but there were no people on the streets. They were in a small parking lot surrounded on all sides by dark buildings with boarded up windows. Black graffiti peppered the otherwise barren stone walls of buildings, and overflowing dumpsters remained untouched in the corners of the lot. Tokoyami caught sight of something moving in a garbage heap, and a person in a window high above them quickly backed out of sight.
"Hey, hey, let me see your apartment!" Toga begged, bouncing on her heels to get Dabi's attention.
"That's going to be a hard no. You of all people don't need to see where I live. The only reason anyone here knows about this place is because we had to change the locks a few days ago to accommodate the new 'guest'," Dabi sneered.
Tokoyami winced at that. Not knowing what to expect had been nerve-wracking, and now that they were actually here the reality of what he was facing settled in. He really was about to live in this place for however long it was necessary. He got the feeling that there were still unvoiced complaints that Dabi had about the arrangement, even though he'd already argued at lengths with Shigaraki.
But Dabi didn't seem angry about any of this, not really. He came up to Tokoyami only to say, "Alright, let's go," and Tokoyami was fine just to follow behind him.
"Ah! Young Tokoyami, wait a moment, would you?" Mr. Compress called out. He was rummaging around in the front of the truck, and pulled out a shopping bag from under the seat. "I have something for you. It's the least I can offer after all that's happened, but it felt necessary that I get it."
Tokoyami looked suspiciously between the eccentric magician and the bag. He wasn't sure what to make of this man's tricks. But he peeked inside anyway, opening it wide when he caught sight of dark, velvety fabric.
"It was a cloak you wanted, yes? Rest assured, it is of a fine quality. I know black is your color of choice, and I think the style will be to your liking as well. It's a bit heavier than your last one, which is good since it'll start getting colder soon and…" Mr. Compress sighed, as though his excited narrative could only take him so far. "Your eyes say it all – you don't hold me to any sort of esteem. And I understand. It was because of my petty tricks and a fleeting whim that you're here in the first place. I know you don't take kindly to us villainous types, but I feel responsible for leaving a bad impression for so long. And this won't change anything, but I do hope you can forgive this old man's actions someday."
Tokoyami grimaced, remembering his first time meeting the man – the taunting voice behind him in the woods that would forever change his world when he used his quirk to capture him. it was something that always filled him with regret, knowing that he'd let his guard down. That this villain had come after him in a moment of weakness in the aftermath of the rampage. That he'd found it necessary to capture him in the first place. It was only supposed to be Bakugou, and yet the hot-headed student had been allowed to escape while he remained trapped.
Thinking back on these memories, Tokoyami couldn't bring himself to respond to Mr. Compress. He held his beak shut lest the words that came out turned to be an insult. But the glare he gave in return spoke volumes, and Mr. Compress shifted uncomfortably under his quiet accusation.
A hand lightly shoved him from behind, startling him out of those distant thoughts. "Hey, you gonna say anything? Or are you gonna hurry up? I'm tired of hanging around these assholes too, you know," Dabi said.
Tokoyami settled down and looked between the two villains. Mr. Compress was still standing in uncertainty, wondering if there was more he should be saying. Tokoyami felt for him, really he did – it wasn't easy being in a position of villainy, for whatever background he might've had. And Tokoyami vividly remembered the night he'd lost his arm to Overhaul. But this had been his choice every step of the way while Tokoyami had never been given the option. So he couldn't in good faith thank the older man for anything.
"…Right," Tokoyami responded numbly to Dabi, taking the gift and turning away from Mr. Compress.
Tokoyami and Dabi got to the door of a large, dilapidated building. It didn't exactly look like a typical apartment complex, though it was several stories high and went up into the sky significantly. Either way, this was definitely the back entrance. He went to unlock the door when he stopped and sighed. "What do you guys want?"
"This is why I wanted everyone else to stay in the car," Shigaraki grumbled.
"But I wanna see Fumikage get settled in!" Toga protested.
"Er, I just want to make sure the place is okay for him," Spinner said.
"It's a shit hole for sure. That's the best we can do for him, though! My place would've been better."
"We are not doing this!" Shigaraki snapped at the rest of the League, much to their disappointment. "Everyone can just wait outside, I'll be back in a bit."
"You're not doing this either, Hand Man," Dabi objected sharply. "The ride was fine, but you all should scram before you attract more attention than you already have. Now get out of here."
Shigaraki lingered while the rest of the League scuttled back towards the truck, where they would begin their journey to find a new base. When they were out of earshot, Shigaraki turned back to Dabi, his voice low. "I'll contact you tonight when I get the chance, so be ready for that."
Dabi shrugged. "Alright."
The corner of Shigaraki's mouth twitched. He took off the hand that masked his face so that he could look directly at Dabi. The weathered skin around Shigaraki's eyes crinkled as he furrowed his brow. "That means I expect you to actually pick up the phone."
"Yeah we'll see."
Shigaraki let out a tired sigh. "This decision might've been rash, but don't make me regret it. I hold you to a certain degree of trust, and all I ask in return is that you don't lose the kid."
"Oh, I know," Dabi smirked. "I can do all this no problem. I can hold onto whatever you want, kill whoever you don't like, and maybe even recruit actually useful members for the League. I can do all sorts of things that would benefit you – it's just whether or not I actually want to do any of it. So have fun keeping track of the rest of the League, because I couldn't care less about where you all find yourself." Dabi unlocked the door to the building and held it open for Tokoyami to enter.
Shigaraki stared him down. Not in a way that expressed any anger. The leader was just getting tired of the hoops his followers were making him jump through to get anything done.
"Anyway, I'll call you tonight," Dabi said easily.
Shigaraki relaxed, putting his hand back on his face. If he was going to say anything else, he didn't get the chance before Dabi closed the door on him, trapping Tokoyami in this new building. A single flickering light illuminated the hallway in front of them, and Dabi led the way further inside. The smell of mildew hung in the air, and the carpeted floors looked stained and greasy. It was the kind of place a person like Overhaul would despise, but it didn't bother Tokoyami much once he got used to the smell. If anything, he'd kind of expected Dabi to live in a place like this, if he had a home at all. He never had been sure before now.
Dabi stayed to a particular path, going down a few different hallways until he reached a heavy door that he needed to unlock yet again to enter a stairwell. "This place is technically supposed to be an abandoned hotel and wasn't used for the longest time, but somebody managed to pull some strings and get electricity working in a few spots. It's not listed as a place to live, and definitely isn't up to code, but I'm able to live here rent free because a guy owes me."
Tokoyami observed the dripping pipes and stuttering lights. Evidence of crime activity, of tags and bullet holes, decorated the walls. Beneath him, one of the steps groaned ominously. "I'd expect nothing more than shady practices if a person like you would want to live secluded from the others."
"Yeah… something like that."
They ascended a few flights of stairs until they reached the third floor. This time when they entered the hallway, it was pitch black. Dabi grumbled something about the faulty power. Holding out his hand, a blue fire sparked to life, flickering ghostly light onto the damaged walls, and the acrid smell of burning began to waft through the cramped hall. Leading the rest of the way, they reached a door not unlock the others. Only this one had an extra lock on the door, and Dabi rummaged through his pockets to find yet more keys that would get them into his room. Despite the condition of this place, the amount of locks necessary to get through spoke volumes about its security.
Tokoyami wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to get used to such a thing. For however much time he'd spent around Dabi getting used to him, this was about what he could expect. The hotel aspect of it had long since been robbed. The only light came from thin strands of sun that managed to slip in from between the boards that covered the windows. The main area had a couch shoved up against the wall and a few shelves held some miscellaneous books and items. The kitchen directly to his right was small, its sink overflowing with untouched dishes. Bottles sat on the ground next to a grimy trashcan, and Tokoyami got the impression that a place like this would have broken glass in the carpet. A closed door presumably led off to a separate living area. It was sparsely decorated, as if he couldn't be bothered to make this place feel like an actually livable environment. On the ceiling, it looked like the fire alarm had been gutted, its wires hanging down. But above all of it, the most noticeable detail was that distinct smell of smoke. Not like cigarettes or burnt food, but that uniquely nauseating stench that followed Dabi wherever he went. Burning flesh.
"Impressed? Didn't think so," Dabi said evenly, taking off his coat and throwing it onto the counter. It revealed more of his scarred, purple skin, barely held together with staples and running up the whole lengths of his arms until they disappeared under his loose white shirt. "But now that we're here, let's set some ground rules. You sleep on the couch out here. Make use of the kitchen but just know that we're on a budget. Most things aren't gonna work around here, so get used to it. It's a roof over your head, and that's all you really need. Stay away from the window, it's boarded up for a reason. So go ahead and make yourself comfortable." There was something particularly mocking about that last remark, but Tokoyami wasn't about to comment on it.
Tokoyami crossed the room, nervously accounting for all the singe marks on the walls and black burns on the torn remnants of what was once a white carpet. He set his stuff down on a small table next to the couch. "And this is where I'm expected to live for however long it takes."
"Yeah, well, people like us just need to take what we can get, ya know? There's not a whole lot of choice in the matter. You already know a thing or two about that. So make the most of it."
"I'll manage," Tokoyami assured. Against his better judgement, he sat on the couch. It protested under his weight, as though the smoke-laden furniture was on its last breath. He looked Dabi straight-on as he sank further into the busted couch, as if silently questioning why this was what he'd been left with.
"Hey, don't give me that look, I wasn't ready to have you here either. You think I wanted this? No, all we could do for the sake of this arrangement is add more damn locks to the door so that you stay put. Anything else is just a bonus. Don't expect me to be spending much time here, either, this is just where I come to sleep." He indicated the door to the side. "See that room? You don't get to go in there under any circumstances. If I find out that you did, I'll burn your ass for it. Just stick to this area. Also, don't mess with the window. It's boarded up for a reason. Whenever I'm out, these doors will be locked, so you get to just hang out in peace. Compromise, yeah? Don't do anything stupid and you won't be bothered. That's probably the most you can hope for at this point."
"So this is the best that someone in your position can do, is it?"
"I take what I can get. That's what everyone's doing right now. Living a life like this isn't easy. Is that a problem?"
"You really can't blame me for doubting the ability of any one of you villains," Tokoyami growled. Now that it was just him and the fire villain, he found it more difficult to hold back all the thoughts that had been swarming him for the past week. "I can never tell if the League is supposed to be a name to be feared or a charity case. Doesn't it all seem pointless?"
Dabi unsuccessfully tried to turn on a light and, quickly giving up, turned to him in annoyance. "What do you mean by that?"
"You've accomplished nothing from all this. Ever since you all so foolishly acquired me, all I've seen is the League of Villains losing members, suffering from lost resources, and ending up with foul deals being perpetrated by opposing villain organizations. What makes you think that any of this will lead wherever it is you're wanting it? Answer me that, Dabi."
His bright blue eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Hey, you make it sound like we have no successes at all. You have no idea what goes on behind closed doors."
Tokoyami went stock still. He remembered the kinds of doors that had been closed in Overhaul's underground and the kind of hell that had awaited him. They were doors that shouldn't have ever been opened to him, but he'd found his way inside and payed the ultimate price for it. It had fueled him with fear and rage, but that was exactly what he'd used to fight Overhaul. "Then don't you think I deserve to know?!" Tokoyami challenged.
"Don't think about the dirty business that villains have to get into. You might get hurt," Dabi said. But for once it wasn't a mockery. His tone was serious, as though there were serious repercussions to be faced for insolence. But Tokoyami didn't care.
"You have no idea what kind of doors I opened while I was in that place." Tokoyami's voice held a sense of dangerous knowledge that couldn't be ignored.
"Oh yeah?" Dabi shot back. "You want to tell me about that, since it's obvious that you're hiding so much from us too? We may be stuck in this situation together, but we sure as hell aren't anywhere close to spilling what's been happening." It had been evident for a while now that Tokoyami wasn't telling them about many things. He'd been separate from the other League affiliates so much during his time with Overhaul that nobody could say for sure what had happened with him, only that they'd managed to fish him back in the aftermath of that enormous battle.
"Not until you tell me what happened with you and everyone else when I was down there. Spinner was eluding to something, and your scorch marks were in that truck. Something happened before you retrieved us after the incident with Overhaul, and nobody wants to tell me. I know the League is out there doing plenty of damage, but something big happened. Don't you think you owe it to me to tell the truth?" Tokoyami urged.
"I don't owe you shit, bird. Do you even see the situation that you're in?" Dabi snarled. He crossed the room to stand in front of him, folding his arms over his chest. Tokoyami looked up at the tall, horribly thin figure of Dabi standing over him menacingly. For all the fire he was able to produce, the air around him felt chill, his eyes cold and piercing. "But I don't see why Shigaraki wanted to keep it from you. I heard from Twice that you said something very interesting to that Overhaul bastard during your fight. What was it? "I'll kill you," I think it was. I didn't know you had the capacity to kill, let alone harbor that much hatred. That yakuza really was the worst, don't you agree?"
Tokoyami looked down at the ground. "I… don't remember that. But Overhaul… if you knew the kinds of things he did, what all went on down there beyond everyone's eyes, you'd understand why he's the kind of person that deserves death."
"Heroes aren't allowed to kill. You know that, right? He's in custody now, and he'll probably be that way for the rest of his miserable life." Dabi was smiling right now. He just knew he was. "As for me, I can kill anyone that pisses me off. All the garbage in the streets, anyone who doubts me, they're all as good as kindling. It's a freedom of this lifestyle."
"Only villains kill. Only villains are allowed to pass judgment without the interference of law. It is an unforgivable burden that shouldn't be taken lightly. Once someone is dead… they should stay dead. That's… that's how it should be, right?"
"Well… there's fates worse than death, you know."
"I do know."
There was a moment of silence where both sides seemed to pause to think about something. They were each hinting to some unforgivable truth that neither one wanted to voice, as if the words circling their thoughts were too cursed to be spoken aloud. When the words escaped them, it was as though the tension in the air shattered into fractured pieces.
"What the hell did you do?!"
"What happened to you?!"
Tokoyami was on his feet now, but Dabi still loomed over him. Tokoyami was shaking but he didn't know why, and Dabi looked somehow more tired now than he ever had before. He looked caught between conflictions, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know if this was the best time. But Tokoyami wasn't going to say anything until he spoke first, that much had been decided.
"You can't just leave me in the dark after everything that happened to me. So say it!" Tokoyami was being more demanding with Dabi then he would be with any other member of the League, but it was deserved. And he was rewarded.
Dabi snarled down at him. "You really wanna know so bad? Fine! That Overhaul bastard, the one that killed one of our members, destroyed the magician's arm, and tried to kill you. Well guess what – you don't have to worry about him anymore. Don't look so disappointed, though, I meant it when I said he's in custody. But after your little skirmish, we went in to do some cleanup."
Tokoyami grimaced. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so he balled them into fists. "What…"
"We just needed to settle some things. So the four of us met up on the highway, caused some havoc, and made it so that he would never be able to use his quirk ever again. After all, he owed us an arm. Are you getting it yet?"
Tokoyami processed the words numbly, trying to imagine what might've played out. "His quirk… his arms…" A thought entered his mind that he really didn't want to think about, but it left his beak before he could stop himself. "You… crippled him. But you let him live. He's still out there." And that thought became anger. "Why didn't you kill him?! You're the only ones who could've!"
Dabi's eyes stretched wide in surprise. "Holy shit, you really did want him to die."
"No! I – I know it's not right, but he did so much. I can't forgive—!"
"Hey, you weren't there to see it," Dabi sneered. "You'll never know the expression that yakuza asshole had when he realized how powerless we'd rendered him. It was worth all the trouble of getting past everyone else to reach him."
Tokoyami searched his expression, but if anything he looked proud of what they'd accomplished. "Everyone else…? How much damage did you cause just for a petty vengeance? Who did you kill just so that you could mock the continued living of someone who should be dead?! Dabi!"
His face changed suddenly. The staples keeping his face together looked strained. All sense of laughter and accomplishment was gone in an instant, and that cold presence from earlier became warmer, hotter, burning. "You shut the hell up. You don't know what you're talking about. I did what I needed to. It's not my fault that heroes are so insistent on getting in the way. Why even bother protecting someone like Overhaul? He had it coming."
Tokoyami let out a strangled cry. He didn't want to think about what Overhaul had done to him, about any of this, but everything he learned about became more upsetting than the last and he just couldn't stop the swarming feelings of anguish and pure rage at the injustice of it all. "A-are you telling me… you killed a hero trying to do his job just so that you could make Overhaul suffer. No! You don't get to have that!"
"I don't get to have a lot of things, in case you haven't noticed!" And this time it was a yell, loud and unrestrained. "People who get in my fucking way get burned. So stop trying to piss me off!" And then he shoved Tokoyami away from him. But apparently his anger had caused him to push harder than he'd meant to, and Tokoyami fell onto the floor with a yelp, hitting his back against the couch.
Dabi went still, hand paused in the air. Tokoyami gripped his abdomen as pain sparked through him. He wheezed, getting his breath back, but he hadn't expected this to happen. Tokoyami could feel fresh blood beginning to seep through the bandages under his shirt, and he glared up at Dabi with unrestrained hatred. "You bastard," he managed to spat between shaky breaths.
Dabi cursed. Sparks started and fizzled out around his hands, but it looked like he was at a loss. At that moment he could've done a lot of things. But what he chose was to turn away. He crossed the room headed towards the door and picked up his coat. "I told him I'm not good at this shit. You're on your own – there's no way I'm sticking around. I'm not – fucking – taking care of you! So hurry up and get better so that you can get the hell out of my home. I'll be back tonight."
And before Tokoyami even got the chance to say another thing, Dabi was already headed out the door. The sound of a lock on the other side clicking into place resonated through the room. With a shuttered sigh, Tokoyami leaned his head back against the couch, waiting for the pain to leave.
What had Overhaul said after their first meeting in that warehouse, when all the damage had been done? Let's let cooler heads prevail and discuss our arrangements at a later date. Yeah, that was it. Only now it involved Dabi running out to avoid problems despite having to live in the same space as him.
So this was the kind of place he found himself in now.