𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧' |𝐭.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

35- For What We've Broken

It was the day after the makeshift, criminally improvised Christmas. Shortly after your accidental kiss with Tomura, but before your snowstorm adventure.

And you had declared it: "Official Roast Battle Day. No powers. No knives. Just verbal carnage."

"Finally," Mr. Compress threw his cape over one shoulder like a stage magician about to emotionally saw someone in half. "A holiday tradition I can respect."

Labcoat looked up from her laptop. "Verbal warfare before lunch? Sounds like therapy, but with witnesses."

Dabi cracked his neck. "You all are gonna regret this."

"Oh we know," You said, already grinning. "That's the fun part."

The group had gathered in a messy circle—blankets, half-eaten cookies, mugs of whatever passed for cocoa (probably stolen protein powder mixed with water, courtesy of Spinner's 'recipe').

Toga twirled a candy cane like a knife. "Go on, roast me, Y/N."

You smirked. "Toga, you're what happens when a glitter bomb goes off inside a mental breakdown. You don't have a personality—just mood swings with a knife collection."

Toga gasped. "How dare—that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!"

She leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Your turn."

"Oh, I'm not done," You added. "You're the only person I've ever seen flirt with someone by asking their blood type before their name."

The league laughed, even Dabi cracked a smile.

"...Still nicer than what my parents said." She smiled.

Dabi cracked his neck again. "Alright, babe. Let's go."

Labcoat raised a brow. "You sure? I'm caffeinated and emotionally unstable."

"Perfect match, then," Dabi said. "You act like you're the League's pharmacist, but you hand out painkillers like it's candy and then call it 'clinical supervision.'"

"I am supervising," she smirked. "Supervising you ignore every injury like you're trying to speedrun death."

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" The league all echoed in unison.

Dabi grinned. "You literally fell for me after I kidnapped you."

"And I've been trying to rebuild you ever since, like IKEA furniture with no instructions and trust issues."

Toga collapsed laughing. "Y'ALL NEED COUPLES THERAPY AND FLAME RETARDANT."

Compress gave a theatrical bow. "Y/N, my dear, you are elegant chaos—but you judge us all like you're the last brain cell in a group chat full of dumb decisions."

You smirked. "And you dress like a Victorian magician whose only trick is emotional avoidance and overdressing for indoor events."

"I'll have you know," he sniffed, "this cape is vintage."

"Yeah," You said, "so is your ego."

Spinner pointed his blade. "Labcoat, you're smart, but your lab looks like a mad scientist's Etsy shop exploded."

Without blinking, Labcoat replied, "And your whole look says 'Hot Topic lizard who got kicked out of cosplay con for fighting a child.'"

Dabi dropped his mug laughing.