Only Exception

Won't say I'm in love part 2

Shoto quickly grabbed the phone before Dabi could, evading Dabi's attempts in snatching it back. The white haired individual's eyes widened at whatever the contents of the message contained.

"You're dating a pro hero?"

Dabi froze for a moment before angrily snatching his phone. Not even bothering to check what the hero had sent him, he glared at Shoto who wasn't affected the look.

"I guess it's true then" Shoto concluded with a shrug, putting the notebook on Dabi's bed. "I don't get it, I thought you hated heroes"

"He's not my boyfriend"

"He isn't? Then please, tell me, why did Himiko say that you've been..." he checks his own phone, his eyes squinting at the texts the drummer sent him "eating out with a mystery guy and being a gothic slut...?"

"Are you seriously listening to yourself? This is Himiko we're talking about! How do you know it's not just her making a dumb reference to some vampire novel or a hentai?"

"Again, you've been acting weird, you're writing romance songs and that selfie that your boyfriend sent is more than enough to believe in Himiko's strange rambles"

"...."

"You have nothing to say?"

"..."

Dabi's insides were boiling, caught red handed, what was he supposed to say? Even he doesn't understand himself. He wanted to drown himself and die at this moment, go out and drink till he forgets, anything but this!

Drip drip drip...

"Shit...!" He cursed, feeling the ink staining his hand, leaving the pen and dripping onto the floor. Shoto's eyes widened, surprised that his roommate had broken the pen.

"It's just a pen"

"That's our only pen!" The singer grunted, annoyed as he dumped the pen, then angrily trying to wipe it off with his hoodie before putting it on.

"Touya-Nii, where are you going?"

"To get a new pen" he stated bluntly, putting the hood of his hoodie on and a his face mask on before picking up his wallet.

"Touya-Nii, no, that can wait, what you should be doing is explaining why you are dating a-"

"I'll be back with dinner!" And just like that, he was out of the apartment, Shoto sighed, figuring it was gonna take a while, sat down and began to read the crumpled papers that were scattered around.

(Outside)

"Goddamnit..." the singer grunted in annoyance, trying to wipe off what was left of the ink, he walked as far and as fast as he could.

He groaned, giving up on trying to wipe off what was left of the ink. Walking to get to a nearby store and buy some takeout for dinner. But something is wrong, something has made his writing skills suck! He should be writing about his feelings, his anger, rage, hatred, all of it to write a song good enough for the concert! Something to make the media eat it up, something to make the haters talk about it nonstop!

He entered the store, keeping his head down to avoid being recognized. He walked to where the pens should be at. Staring at the rows of pens, he noticed a pack of red pens that were placed next to the blue ones in a more expensive set.