Shigaraki's POV
I stared down at the paper in my hands. The plan. It wasn't my best, but I had stayed up all fucking night just trying to come up with it. Sighing, I folded it up and stuffed it into my nighstand's drawer. It only added to the weight of all my other ideas.

I took a small breath and heaved myself up from my bed. I should probably do something. I thought regretfully. I puffed my hair out of my face and made my way to my door. When I stepped into the hallway, a heavy smell of smoke overwhelmed my whole body. I shuddered and turned where it was coming from. Dabi's room. Of course. I rolled my eyes.

Honestly, I wasn't the one to barge in on people, though most people saw me as that type of guy, but the smell was so intoxicating and worrying I almost did. That was, until Compress called me aside.

"Hey, Shigaraki?" he asked.

"What, Compress."

"So, you remember that thing Toga told Twice not to do. The thing about Spinner's scarf and mask?"

"That she told him not to cut it u-. Oh god no." I regretted living right then and there.

Spinner was tearing after Twice in the middle of the bar while Toga was hiding on the couch, giggling. I rubbed the space in between my eyes and groaned as Compress twiddled with his thumbs. Giving Dabi's room a sideways glance, I sighed heavily and made my way towards the immature men before me.

Dabi's POV
Monster! I glared at myself in the mirror. Bright, blue fire had sprouted on my sink underneath my hands. Fog covered the mirror, but I could still see my burning blue eyes. The same eyes as my father.

I hated them.

I hated me.

Fiercly, I balled up my fist and slammed it against my mirror. The glass shattered and flew everywhere. Some of it brushed past me, cutting against my scarred skin under my eyes and mouth. I hissed and held my eyes. Something wet dripped down my knuckles and down to my elbow. Huh, I looked at my knuckle and hand that was covered in blood, Didn't know I could do that anymore.

As the blood kept flowing, I couldn't help but look in the somewhat still whole mirror. For a split second I saw who I once was. A broken, helpless little child who never could stand up for himself. Hell, he couldn't even control his own quirk! My eyes widened as I felt more tears flood my eyes. I hated crying.

I wiped my eyes as best I could without getting blood in my eyes. Outside of my room, I heard Crusty yelling at Twice and Spinner for something I couldn't quite tell. Nor did I really care. I exhaled heavily and rinsed my hand off in my sink. The water stung my new cut up wound, but I ignored it. I've been through worse.

Once all the blood was gone and the bleeding stopped, I wrapped up my hand and exited the bathroom. I swiped my phone off my dresser and walked out of my room. All heads turned to me when I walked into the bar. They looked, surprised, for some reason. I glared at all of them and clicked my phone off.

"What?" I sneered.

"Wow, my dude put bandages on!" "You're such a fucking pussy. What are you hiding from us?" Twice exclaimed then muttered.

"Yeah, I agree with Jin," Toga piped in, "What's up with you?"

"It's nothing." I lied.

They both gave me false, yet unconcerned looks. Shigaraki cocked a brow at me as I turned to Kurogiri.

"Can I have a beer?" I asked, leaning on the bar's counter.

"Of course." The body of smoke leaned down and handed me a bottle.

I flicked the cap off and took a large gulp. Compress walked over to me and perched himself beside me. My eyes shifted over to him.

"What?" I snapped.

"How about another challenge?" he asked. My eyes wandered to Shigaraki as Compress continued to list rules. He rolled his eyes and headed off into the hallway.

"So?" I blinked, turning back to the masked male beside me.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged.

"You two are going to die one day and I'm going to laugh." Kurogiri shook his head disappointedly when Compress tapped the counter.

Shigaraki's POV
I watched the hallway for a moment before walking into Dabi's room. The smell of smoke and fire almost knocked me over. I examined the room carefully. Glass covered most of the floor that led to his bathroom and small piles of dust covered the ground with the help of clothes. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.

Without thinking, I walked into the bathroom. My eyes widened when I stared at the mess before me. Not only was the mirror destroyed, but glass was all over the floor and dark red blood decorated the white sink and light gray walls. Ash was scattered all over the glass covered floor, bathtub, counter, and wall. Honestly, it was a nightmare to look at.

What the actual hell happened? I whirled around and headed to his bed. Which, might I add, smelt more of smoke then he did. Under his bed, a small, wooden crate sat there, hidden from the world. Curiously, I slipped it out and knealt on the floor with it in my lap. I opened it slowly to be greeted with a shit ton of photos.

I pulled one out and blew the collected dust off. In the picture, a small, red haired kid sat. He was holding a what seemed to be two-year-old in his arms. The two-year-old had red and white mixed hair and a gray and blue eye. I smiled at the picture, flipping over. To my surprise, a small note was written on the back. "The boy's first time with each other! So cute!" it read.

I wonder who that redhead is. I thought. I put that photo down and began to look through a few more. One had a picture of four kids, the white and red head holding a laughing face, a white, spiky haired male ruffling the half haired one's head, a white haired girl giggling, and the redhead rolling his eyes but smiling in the process. They looked like they were pretty close. Why does Dabi have all this? I couldn't but think as I looked at the pictures I had pulled out.

They were all old, that was for sure. Some of their colors had began to fade away whilst others had either been ripped or scribbled out. If they were scribbled out, it was ones with the #2 Pro Hero: Endeavour in them or with a white haired woman. So he IS assoicated with heroes! I realized. I was so focused on the pictures that I didn't notice the door open.

"What the hell?" a voice shouted at me.

I jumped and looked up. In the doorway, a tall, skinny figure was seething in anger. I swallowed hard.

Oh shit.