[He looked over his shoulder and smiled. He had worked things out mutually assured destruction was inevitable if anyone tried to get one over on him and turn him in.
The Seirin brats might be troublesome, but they were more interested in being honorable and solving things on the court.
He turned back, taking hold of his pillow, and yawned again]
[he did just bare his dirty plays to a villain, to say nothing of his father and the financial blackmail. dabi has plenty in hand to make a mess out of hanamiya's life. if he cared enough to bother with something so petty.
it'd be easier just to burn him alive. but, he has no reason to. taunting the guy is simply a mild entertainment right now. dabi closes his eyes and sinks into the pillow, resting on the cool bed. this feels nice.]
[Well, that was ominous wasn't it? Hanamiya probably signed his death mark with this hookup, but he was sure he could somehow make it work for him.
He activated his quirk, looking at the future for possibilities, seeing the web of the future spread out in front of him. It wasn't the best-looking future he'd seen, but it wasn't the worst. Okay, so long as he was entertaining, he'd be somewhat safe.]
I won't.
[He yawned again, and let himself drift to sleep.]
[mark? maybe. warrant? not really. dabi has better things to do than go hunting down some high school kid with a basketball vendetta. (there are other high school kids he'll hunt down instead.) if anything, hanamiya's been a blip of entertainment that might pan out into more later on. he's a good fuck, fun to tease, and has an interesting petty issue.
in those futures, the only ones that lead to a flaming death were those where hanamiya deliberately provoked dabi, got in his way, or otherwise blatantly asked for it. if he's smart and plays with fire well, he'll avoid any burns. simple as that.
and while he won't see dabi at any of his games in person, the villain does plan to pop his next one up on the television to watch, if nothing else is going on.) it'd be amusing to watch the game and note he fucked one of the players.]
Good.
[that's all from him before he lets himself sleep as well. it was a good night.]
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[He looked over his shoulder and smiled. He had worked things out mutually assured destruction was inevitable if anyone tried to get one over on him and turn him in.
The Seirin brats might be troublesome, but they were more interested in being honorable and solving things on the court.
He turned back, taking hold of his pillow, and yawned again]
See you in the morning.
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[he did just bare his dirty plays to a villain, to say nothing of his father and the financial blackmail. dabi has plenty in hand to make a mess out of hanamiya's life. if he cared enough to bother with something so petty.
it'd be easier just to burn him alive. but, he has no reason to. taunting the guy is simply a mild entertainment right now. dabi closes his eyes and sinks into the pillow, resting on the cool bed. this feels nice.]
Yeah yeah. Don't wake me up early.
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He activated his quirk, looking at the future for possibilities, seeing the web of the future spread out in front of him. It wasn't the best-looking future he'd seen, but it wasn't the worst. Okay, so long as he was entertaining, he'd be somewhat safe.]
I won't.
[He yawned again, and let himself drift to sleep.]
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in those futures, the only ones that lead to a flaming death were those where hanamiya deliberately provoked dabi, got in his way, or otherwise blatantly asked for it. if he's smart and plays with fire well, he'll avoid any burns. simple as that.
and while he won't see dabi at any of his games in person, the villain does plan to pop his next one up on the television to watch, if nothing else is going on.) it'd be amusing to watch the game and note he fucked one of the players.]
Good.
[that's all from him before he lets himself sleep as well. it was a good night.]