Ten Days and Counting

Day One

"Hello, how may I he- what in the hell? W-what are you doing here?" The receptionist's bright smile falters and she pales as Tomura, Twice and Dabi stroll into the pristine lobby, their footsteps echoing off of the marble floor. Tomura shakes his head and tsks, pocketing his hands in his jacket- slouching forward.

"That's not a very nice way to greet people." He replies simply and quietly. He never was one for rudeness. Villain or not, manners exist. If he knows how to use them, then there's no excuse for others not to.

"G-get outta here!" She visibly jerks away from the counter, pale and her mouth set in a thin line. Dabi chuckles and Twice yawns, already bored of the exchange and begins to look around the lobby, probably hoping to snag something as a souvenir. Tomura watches with a growing interest as she fights to compose herself and reaches for something obscured from his line of vision.

"I don't think so. Not after all the trouble we went to get here." Tomura saunters forward and rests his hands against the cool marble counter, tapping his slender fingers against it. Leaning forward, he offers a waning smile at the receptionist. Looking down briefly, he sees her finger hovering dangerously close over a small button that he can only assume is a panic button.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid." Tomura eyes her shaking hand and slowly lowers all of his fingers against the counter top as a warning. She lets out a whimper as the only barrier between her and Tomura crumbles to ash. Whether or not it was an accident or the fact that she's more brazen than Tomura initially gave her credit for, she presses the button.

In the corner of his eye, he sees Twice jump slightly at the alarm that starts to ring out and Tomura motions both him and Dabi to him with a jerk of his head. The receptionist's eyes dart between Tomura and the two approaching men and he offers her no solace as he strikes out and touches her face with all five of his fingers.

She's allowed a single yelp in pain before her cries are cut to a choked silence, leaving only the shrill cry of the alarm ringing in their ears.

"Twice, take a look around upstairs. Dabi, with me." Twice salutes and darts up the stairs towards the office floors and Dabi follows Tomura through the Employees Only door.

"So," Dabi breaks the silence that had settled between the two of them, "This is your grand master scheme of the day? Robbing a bank? I didn't know that we were run-of-the-mill villains now." Even with his comment being nothing but a playful jab, Dabi isn't far from the truth. Ever since Kurogiri had decided it was a grand idea to up and get himself arrested, Tomura and his League have fallen into a particular string of bad luck. Just a series of unfortunate events that seem to constantly unfold and create nothing but more problems and headaches.

"I didn't realize that you enjoy eating trash." They continue to make their way down a set of stairs. There was a security guard that had tried to stop them earlier, but between the both of them- they made short work of the guard. Dabi scoffs behind him.

"Please. You haven't tasted trash until you've had my asshole father's cooking. A moldy sandwich is a five course meal compared to the shit he's made." Tomura raises an eyebrow and rests his hand against the door, the cold thick steel begins to disintegrate underneath his touch.

"Like your cooking is any better." He knows not to push too far into the sensitive topic that revolves around Dabi's past but he still can't lie. Dabi's cooking always comes out way too burnt for his taste. Just the thought of the black crispiness of whatever poor food Dabi tries to cook makes Tomura blanch.

"Let me stand correct then," Dabi leans against the concrete wall and watches the steel continue to deteriorate, "My cooking is like French cuisine compared to his." Tomura chuckles under his breath and pushes his palm forward, willing his quirk to act faster.