Mizuki couldn't lie still. She tossed and turned in her bed while thoughts of Dabi invaded her brain. You would think her mind would still be restless after the attack she suffered a while back and all the rumors circulating around. Yet Mizuki lies awake on this night thinking about other things. 

His flames, his eyes, his voice, his sly smirk, the blood, his touch, his scent...

Until we meet again, doll.

With each movement, Mizuki's bed frame would smack against the wall. The repetitive sound created a sound almost similar to knocking.

Great... probably going to further dent the wall. She thought to herself. 

She was alone tonight in her room. It was nothing but her, her many band posters, the photo frames attached to the walls, stacks of papers on her desk, and the faint light of the cars passing by below. Her room was silent discounting the soft background noise of the city below her and the sound of shuffling in the main area of her home.

Her plain comforter rustled with each twitch and turn. Mizuki's body restlessly moved as it tried to find a comfortable position. The blanket was draped halfway off Mizuki's bed and body as she rolled around tangling every blanket in her bed. Her pillows made thuds as each turn threw one off the bed.

Mizuki grunted as she smacked her face onto one of the few remaining pillows on her mess of a bed. 

Damn it.

 Even in the dark, Mizuki could feel how burning hot her face was getting with every thought to invade her mind. Whether it was burning from embarrassment, anger, from her heated thoughts, or from a mix of the three, she could not tell.

She couldn't believe how much Dabi has been on her mind lately. 

Especially their last encounter.

She could still taste his fingers. Dabi's pale slender fingers he cautiously yet forcefully forced down her throat tasted strongly of rum or vodka. The taste was strong and almost made Mizuki gag. You would think a man with a fire quirk would have warm hands. The cold pads of his fingers slowly brushed the bottom of her tonsils as he traveled down Mizuki's throat. His thumb rested on her chin as well as a firm grip around her throat. His staples that were haphazardly clipped into his wrists, were just as cold as his fingers as they grazed Mizuki's collarbones. 

Mizuki could still picture Dabi's face as he was on top of her. His eyes were bright yet dark. Darkened from the heavy lust he was feeling, yet bright with color.

As her eyes watered, his eyes seemed to dance with excitement. 

Dabi was excited to have Mizuki so powerless and in one spot.

She could still smell his possibly stolen cologne. It made her nose twitch when she remembered how strong it was when she breathed him in.

Mizuki cringed at the thoughts of her giving into him. The way she allowed him to push her legs apart without force with just his knee sent a wave of embarrassment over her. It was just a moment of weakness. Nothing more.

Right?

That's what she tried to convince herself of.

Mizuki shivered. She hated Dabi. She couldn't exactly tell what she hated more about him. Whether it was his ease in weakening her or his mystery she couldn't tell. All she can admit was he was intriguing. She oddly wanted to talk to him.

But about what?

Mizuki's flashbacks and thoughts were interrupted by her bedroom door suddenly opening.

The room that was just a few moments earlier shrouded in darkness was filled with a faint warm light. Even with the warmness of the light, Mizuki squinted and shielded her eyes with her hand.

"Zuki-channnn." A familiar whining also filled the room.

Mizuki rolled over slightly annoyed. She hated that nickname. She also hated having her thoughts interrupted.

"Zen-Kun," Mizuki sighed.

Zen was Mizuki's sidekick. Okay and maybe her short time boyfriend.

"Zuki I think the coffee machine is broken again," Zen was hugging the doorframe of Mizuki's room.

Zen's green messy brown hair was messy atop his head. He was dressed in a pair of grey sweats, a faded blue U.A t-shirt, and barefoot. He was drunkenly leaning against the doorframe of the room they shared with his lips formed into a pout. His multicolored eyes gazed hazily at Mizuki awaiting her response.

"Fix the coffee machine?" He smiled cheekily.

"Tempting, but no," Mizuki shook her head.

"Please?"

"Come to bed,"

"Zukiiiiiiiii," He exaggerated the 'i'. "coffee, please?" he begged.

Mizuki narrowed her eyes. "No," she said.

"Zuki please?"

"No,"

"Zuki?"

Don't get Mizuki wrong she loved her boyfriend but, his coffee addiction was starting to get a tad bit out of control. Zen would often wake her up in the middle of the night asking if she wanted a coffee. Which is a nice gesture, but when it is four o' clock in the morning, and she is sound asleep, it becomes a problem. Besides, she could probably wait a few more hours. Some nights he would even ask her to fix the damn thing. Which the coffee machine is never broken... It is either usually unplugged, Zen didn't click the button, or Zen didn't even fill the water container. 

Or Zen was just being Zen.

"Zen, my darling, have you troubleshot everything?" Mizuki rubbed the space in between her eyes.

"Everything is plugged in, water container is filled to the line, and it is plugged into the wall." Zen was starting to slide down the frame of the door.

Mizuki sighed. "I'll come check it out." 

With that being said, Mizuki climbed out of bed. She could see the pout disappear from Zen's face and his lips form a lopsided smile.

Mizuki groaned as her bare feet made contact with the cold tile floor. The bottoms of her bear patterned pajama pants flowed down to her feet as she stretched. She stretched letting her tanned stomach be revealed as her shirt slowly peaked up the higher. 

"Gee Zuki, I should buy you more shirts. That one has lots of holes in it." Zen commented.

Mizuki stopped stretching as she examined her shirt. 

Mizuki was wearing a tattered black band shirt that had several bleach stains and rips present all over. The words of the band were barely visible along her chest. 

Mizuki tugged on her shirt to pull it down "I think it adds to the aesthetic in my opinion." She shrugged.

Zen chuckled as he yawned.  

Mizuki zombie walked her way past Zen and out of the bedroom to the kitchen. She squinted as she did her best to navigate to the coffee machine. The light blinded her as she moved about the kitchen. 

"Everything is in place; I don't know what I did wrong." Zen was following behind his exhausted girlfriend.

Mizuki's eyes adjusted to the light as she examined the coffee machine. 

The black cord was securely plugged into the wall, the water container was filled perfectly to the fill line, and the green light was glowing above the coffee button to indicate it was on.

"Huh. I guess you really did do everything right." Mizuki drummed her fingers against the marble counter.

"So, it's not broken?" Zen rested his chin on Mizuki's shoulder. 

"I don't think so." Mizuki yawned. 

"Maybe I can call the maintenance man?" Zen asked as his eyes met Mizuki's.

Mizuki's eyes shifted from Zen's gaze to the microwave.

The time 2:14 AM was illuminated in blocky green letters. 

"Zen, it's a little too late to speak to the maintenance man." Mizuki yawned.

"I need my coffee." Zen was already making his way to the living room to search for his phone.

"Zen I think you can live without a coffee for maybe a few hours." Mizuki leaned against the stove with her arms folded.

Zen started whining as he plopped himself down on one of the sofas. His body made a thudding sound when the weight was applied to the cushions.

Mizuki shook her head as she let out a small chuckle. "I promise you'll be okay." She started to make her way back to her room. 

Zen was huffing as he folded his arms on the couch. "You don't know that." He grumbled.

Mizuki playfully rolled her eyes as she went into the bedroom. 

Before closing the door, she peaked out to look at Zen. "Maybe if you came to bed, I would be able to sleep." She said.

Zen looked over at Mizuki who was peeking out from the doorway. 

"Maybe you're right." He smiled sleepily.
**

"Dabi, you've been playing in your drink more than drinking the drink." Kurogiri said as he wiped down a discarded shot glass.

"Mhm." Dabi murmured.

Dabi's eyes were fixated on the dark liquor he had been served around 20 minutes ago. He was swirling his index and middle finger around inside the liquid. His fingers sloshed both the ice and the liquor around creating a whirlpool inside the cup. 

"Is there a reason you choose to put your fingers in the drink?" Kurogiri asked.

Dabi loosely shook his head. "No reason." He murmured.

Dabi was still fixated on his drink and its swirling contents. 

And he was fixated on Mizuki.

There was just something about that girl that pulled him in. Her mystery, her similar quirk, her history...

Her history.

Dabi pulled his fingers out from the cup. He flicked them dry and used his tongue to lick the flavor from his damp fingers. He got up from the bar in silence, stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

"Where are ya goin' Dabi-kun?" Toga appeared out of nowhere.

Slightly startled by the little psychopath's appearance, he slightly smirked giving her a glimpse of his teeth. "I have an errand to run." He said.

"An errand? Can I come? Please please, please, please?" Toga started bouncing up and down.

"Not tonight. I've got a private matter to attend to." Dabi shook his head.

Toga pouted. "You never let me come with you." She whined.

Dabi cocked his eyebrow. "Mmm. Maybe because you end up stabbing my prizes, stabby." He murmured.

Toga sighed dramatically. "I don't stab everybody." She rolled her eyes.

Dabi raised a brow once again. "Zuki?" He reminded her.

Toga stopped whining. "Dabi- kun her blood was so good though." She giggled.

"Toga, that's not the point." Dabi sighed. "remember what I had told you?"

"Damn it." Dabi hissed, sending an echo down the alleyway.

Toga manically giggled holding the syringe in hand.

"I told you not to fucking stab her." Dabi was rubbing his temples, slightly irritated.

Toga looked back at Dabi and cocked her head nonchalantly. "Oops." She said insincerely. 

Dabi looked down at the barely conscious pro hero. Mizuki had been lying there with her eyes half lidded barely holding focus. Dabi could see her eyes slowly go back and forth from Toga's syringes to Dabi's face. he couldn't tell if she was in anguish or if any sort of pain. Her expression was stone cold. Not a bit of expression was present on her face. 

Was she dead already?

Toga was humming a slight sing song tune to herself as she knelt over Mizuki while she drained her blood. 

"Don't be greedy." Dabi warned.

Toga rolled her eyes. "Since when have you cared whether these heroes live or not?" She questioned. "looks like she's dead." She murmured.

Mizuki's head lolled to the side and she groaned. 

"Not dead. Yay." Toga said sarcastically. 

Dabi's eyes were drawn to the twitching girl's hands. Her trembling fingers were slowly making their way to her chest. 

Toga adjusted the syringe to be farther in one of the wounds she inflicted. 

"It's like this girl doesn't want to share her blood." Toga said frustrated.

Mizuki's hand was still having trouble making its way to its intended destination. 

Dabi eyed Mizuki's hand. "She's still alive." He murmured.

Mizuki was finally able to get her hand up from the ground. It landed on her chest with a thump. Her shaking fingers started to mess with something on the front of her costume. 

Toga was happily not paying attention and turned around humming some sort of tune. 

Dabi was watching Mizuki's small hand movements intensely. Not with too much worry since the girl was too weak to fight anymore. 

Mizuki was holding intense eye contact with Dabi. Her eyes were still half lidded. It was obvious to him the girl was fighting to stay awake. She started weakly shaking her head side to side. She opened her mouth to say something, but only a small croak escaped from her throat. Dabi bent down examining Mizuki. 

Dabi watched as Mizuki unzipped her hero costume. 

"Let's go." 

"But why." Toga whined.

The sound of sirens faintly approaching caused Toga's whining to cease. 

Dabi looked down to see a smirking Mizuki. 

"She alerted them." Dabi mumbled looking into the distance.

Toga followed Dabi's distant gaze to the colors of cop sirens bouncing off the alley wall. She quickly yanked the syringe out of Mizuki, earning a groan from her. 

"Let's go Dabi-kun!" Toga giggled as she started running out from the alleyway. 

Dabi started to follow behind Toga before he stopped and glanced down at Mizuki.

Her body was sprawled out on the ground atop a puddle of blood. Her body was twitching, and he could still see her chest slowly rising and falling. Her hand was still fixated on the zipper of her hero costume. 

Dabi's thoughts were interrupted by the approaching sirens getting louder.

"Later Zuki-Chan!" Toga screamed before running out of the alleyway. 

"Nightfall. It's fucking Nightfall." Mizuki murmured.

Dabi's heavy footsteps caught up with Toga as they both exited the alleyway leaving Mizuki there. 

"Okay fine. I didn't listen. But I swear I'll listen this time!" Toga exclaimed.

Dabi started to walk out of the hideout. "Not this time." He said.