She got death notes
Dead souls
Split dye
Chain cold
Think I fell in love when
she said grab me by the neck tho'
Dabi was sure that he was filled with an overwhelming amount of disgust with himself for how much comfort he felt being in the girls apartment. He'd started to frequent the domicil whenever he needed a fuck.
But no. Now, it was more. But make no mistake, he wasn't here for Bun. She wasn't present in the building. Off somewhere with the roommate, is what he assumed. The very same roommate that he had shamefully stuck his cock into on more occasions then he should have after the first.
It wasn't shameful because it was Bunny's roommate. He felt the distress simply because his impatience had gotten the better of him and taken the shitty fuck over what he'd actually come to the building for.
His inability to keep his pants up long enough to enjoy the delicate cries of the true broken treasure in the apartment.
Regardless of his foolishing fucking around with the roommate, and the erotic escapads with Bunny, he still kept coming to the apartment and finding comfort by other means.
Like currently.
He lies on Bun's plush mattress. The weight of his body imprinted into the softness of the comforter.
The apartment had a bed, a fully filled fridge, hot water, and internet. Leisurely things that he didn't get to have his hands on very often anymore. The simple unlimited phone coverage plan that he bought a card for every month was about it.
His leisure was scratching the back of a prepaid card for the code to put into his phone and getting the notification that he'd have coverage for another 30 days. That was his 'self-care'.
Sitting up he decides to snoop the room for once. He's snooped surface level before but nothing beyond that. He didn't care and it was pretty obvious that her most valuable assets were in plain view. Her computer monitor and desktop as a whole were not cheap and the glowing pink lights were not standard.
A custom computer curated for her needs and visual pleasure.
Opening the first drawer to her desk and he already finds the next most annoyingly obvious source to Bun's leisurely time wasted. A book that appears to be a diary.
He was sure he'd seen Toga writing in what also appeared to be a diary. Thinking back further to his memories of his sister perhaps it was just a stupid fucking thing that girls did. He didn't think any deeper at his hypocritical thoughts at the journal that he used to keep as a kid.
The book was pink with stickers, nail polish, and doodles all over the cover and back. Opening the book he was surprised to see the front page was similar to a notebook that he had in the desk at the warehouse. With writing that he'd describe as shitty, he was able to make out that it was a list of names and a few of them were scratched out.
And not one of the names was crossed out in the same way. Some were scratches, thick markers, a thin pen with a kiss mark, nail polish, and one which appeared to be dried blood based off of the maroon and flakiness. He'd never have guessed the last one if he hadn't known what the dried substance looked like himself.
Dabi could have assumed that the list was another list. A fuck list, since she was such a slut anyways, or even a list for an event, or people who owed her money. But he knew a hit list when he saw one. It also helped that Bun had red bubble letters at the top of the page labeling the list as, 'Bastards and Bitches to Butcher'.
Not subtle at all.
The following pages were more journal-like. They were research on the names. Details that she clearly had to do some serious stalking to get known. The names that were scratched went further into elimination plans and strategies.
Fuck. He was enjoying reading the chicken shit writing and making himself comfortable on her mattress as he continued to read.
He was engulfed in her tellings of how she'd murdered her victims and in almost every account she recites how she loses control of her quirk in a fit of blood lust and doesn't get to fully enjoy their agony and instead watch their frozen lifeless state staring back at her.
The most recent entry caught his interest as it had the current date on it. But it would have to take a moment to read while he goes to take a piss. In her personal bathroom his eyes were more open and receptive to his surroundings now after reading her hit list dairy.
Her Bastards and Bitches to Butcher.
Dabi's eyes shoot to the trash can next to the toilet and sees huge chunks of white hair. Instantly he is pissed off thinking of his Bunny's pristine white hair missing.
How its one of the highlights when he'd fuck into her while he gripped at the roots. Seeing the white hair that would have matched his had he never-
And his thoughts are paused because they trigger the next observation. A familiar box that's open with a pair of used gloves draped over it.
Black hair dye. He can't hold back the snicker that leaves his lips as he zips up his fly.
Oh, the lengths people will go to escape their daddy issues. Dabi was all too familiar with it.
He hated to see the similarities. It was a mirror so cutesy disgust seeing the hit list and now the box of dye.
His mind was made up. Making his way back to the bed he opens to today's entry to find clues on where his Bunny was.
Dabi was going to find her and call her out on her fucking issues. Knowing that he'd also be critiquing himself in the process. He knew his was fucked up though.
But he wanted to see the look on her face when he cruelly points out the same with her.