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Dabi: The day I met you I picked you up like a possum in the dumpster, quite literally
Junko: 난 당신의 고환을 잘라낼 거예요.
Dabi: See guys she loves me
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.