Who the fuck are you?

by Charnutter

Summary:

Jason comes out of his drug fuelled anger and gets snacks.

Chapter 1: Jason

Summary:

Jason is very confused.

Jason looks between the heavily scarred man on the ground and his little brother Izuku. The man is built like a string bean, a short string bean but a sting bean meaning he’s lean, almost dangerously so. What is it with him meeting skinny underfed people?! The man has metal staples running up the lower half of his face spreading out from his mouth, giving him a smile that looks like Joker, and four more horizontally across his chin almost like it's trying to keep the heavily scarred skin attached to his body. The skin is a deep dark black colour from burns, it looks like he's been lightly deep fried and then taken the bits and put them back into his body... multiple times if the scars poking out of his sleeve is anything to go by. His grimy paper thin shirt, showing more discoloured skin underneath, all secured by lines and lines of staples. Is he... in pain? He look to be around 17... but he could be older or younger depending on many factors.

There's also the start of scarring under his eyes which just look like really has eye bags that would give Tim a run for his money. 

Don't think about him Jason. What's wrong with you?!

Maybe he just misses him.

Jason shakes his head a little, the man, kid(?), before him as a poorly dyed puff of grimy black hair. Like seriously that dye job is bad! Did he use some one wash bullshit? Or did he just rub dirt into his hair until he got the required colour? Because if he did… gross… but hair dye is expensive so also valid??? Maybe??? 

But more importantly… Who the actual fuck was Touya Todoroki? And why should he care? Why is Izuku so concerned? Todoroki? Todoroki? Why does that name ring a bell? 

Jason is dragged out of his thoughts by the inhuman sound Izuku just made as the man, kid(?) confirms his statement. Seriously. How did Izuku make that sound it sounded like a cat being strangled whilst a car backfired… at the same time. Or maybe it was more of a dying moose groan crossed with a strangled seal? Whatever it sounded like… it sounded inhuman and it nearly gives Jason a heart attack.

Izuku is starting to move his hands around processing his internal thoughts. His hands moving wildly and Jason remembers Dick doing that on a case. 

He also used to do it whilst walking across the bannister like a tightrope.

But that’s not the point right now. The man, kid(?) Touya is looking at Izuku almost scared, like he shouldn’t know what he knows. 

“Izuku. Words.” Jason says, voice calm. Izuku slowly turns to Jason, wide eyed. Wow those things go wide. 

“He. Dead.” Izuku says eventually, pointing to Touya. Jason blinks. His interest is now peaked. How does Izuku mean he’s dead… does he have a quirk like Jason does? One that brings him back from the dead? Jason swallows that tiny sliver of hope, it’s best not to have that in this line of work. You can never be disappointed if you don’t set yourself up for it after all…

“He’s sitting right there Izuku…” Jason says, sitting down. His body was still being ‘reset’, undoing all the damage the drugs have done. Well… what Izuku had to do to stop him from killing him. At least he didn’t wake up in a grave this time. He can still feel the bar digging into his skin, Green, why did people with green hair keep beating him to death, the blood in his mouth and-

“One in a billion!” Izuku squeaks, looking between the two men. Jerking Jason from his thought spiral. “The chances of two people being in the same room who have a resurrection quirk are so so low! Like there’s only like 5 people worldwide with a registered resurrection quirk! And that doesn’t include the two of you! So, the chances of you two meeting are so so low!” Izuku babbles and grabs his notebook and a pen, writing furiously. His brow furrowed in concentration.

“I-uh-I don’t… my quirk is just fire.” Touya says, blinking in shock and shaking his head a little bit. Izuku looks up at him and blinks a few times, processing that. Jason knew it, it’s too good to be true. But he’s not disappointed. Not, at, all.

Then what’s that feeling in his chest?

Shut the fuck up inner monologue.

Make me.

“No way! You were completely burned to death! There was only a lower jaw found!” Izuku says, jumping up to his feet, book still in hand. Okay that is impressive.

“So?” Touya says, tilting his head to one side… a little confused. Jason has to agree what does that have to do with-Touya has a lower jaw. How can he have that if they found it?

“So?! SO!!” Izuku seems highly offended by this. It’s good to see him so passionate about something and not so timid and unsure…  he must really like quirks and analysing them… of course it could also be a coping mechanism for his less than stellar thoughts… or repressing the fact that he just saw Jason die… and beat him with a crowbar… which they should probably talk about at some point… oh shit this kid needs therapy. Lots of therapy. 

Jason does too let’s be honest.

I said shut up!

I said make me.

“What is it with people in your family having issues with their quirk!” Izuku exclaims, throwing his arms up into the air, his notebook and pen going with him. Jason can’t make out much but he can make out one word and one piece of punctuation.

Phoenix?

“Excuse me?” Touya says, blinking at the child in front of him, in a confused, slightly offended way. Izuku seems oddly… frustrated and tense. Ah… the trauma must be hitting him like a sledgehammer right now, they need to tread carefully. Very carefully. Like they’re carrying bombs across a glass walkway with a 369ft drop into toxic chemicals if it breaks. 

“You heard me!” Izuku snaps, glaring at Touya. Touya shifts a little uncomfortably. Jason does not blame him. Izuku is genuinely giving him chills with the glare rolling off of him. He’s glad he’s not on the receiving end of it. But he may be 

“Izuku, take a breath.” Jason says, trying to help him and get him to calm down. Izuku seems to stiffen, did he just hit a trigger? Izuku slowly turns to him, a glint in his eyes that makes Jason to pause.

Oh no. 

This is like Tim in caffeine withdrawal. Or Dick with no sleep. Or Bruce with patrol withdrawal.

In short? Not good!

“Don’t tell me to take a breath! Today I’ve broken all my fingers at least once, I know that one is my fault but still, I’ve been slapped, had at least two panic attacks, been kidnapped, watched someone get burned to death, been burned and all this on an empty stomach! I am allowed to be cranky!” Izuku snaps, tears beading in his eyes. The anger giving way to frustrated (?) tears. Which is very valid… Izuku has been though a lot today… and shit. This kid does need to eat before he passes out… that won’t be good for him… Touya’s eyes widen as he realises exactly what Izuku has been though today.

“You do.” Jason says, not wanting to invalidate Izuku’s very valid feelings. “So, let’s go get something to eat.” Jason says, gesturing to the door. Izuku sighs and rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“If I leave this place you’ll be arrested for kidnapping.” Izuku says, deadpan. Jason drops his hands and sags his body.

Ah. Right. That.

“Right… I’m the person who kidnapped you.” Jason says, dragging his hands down his face. Touya is sneaking off towards the door but Izuku whips around to face him, making Touya freeze to the spot and slowly turn around to face the room.

“But circling back to the fact you’re the long dead Todoroki kid,” Izuku says, clicking his pen aggressively as he walks towards him. Touya tenses.

“Dabi. Call me Dabi.” Dabi, formally known as Touya, says, with a resolute look. Izuku nods, and scribbles something out before writing something down again. Must be the name change in his book. Jason notices Dabi looking at him every so often before averting his gaze again, is he… sizing him up to attack him? Jason feels himself bristle… he may be in fireproof Hello Kitty board shorts and a leather jacket but he could still take him… probably.

“Okay Dabi,” Izuku says, clicking his pen a bunch of times, he grabs Dabi by the wrist and gently makes him sit on the bed. Izuku sits on the ground, cross legged and looking up at him, “tell me about how you didn’t die.” Izuku says in a resolute voice that leaves no room for arguments. Dabi blinks in shock? Confusion? All of the above? The only thing Jason knows right now is that he does not want to be here for this conversation, period. He also knows someone needs to go get dinner. 

“I’ll go get us some dinner. Any requests?” Jason says, clapping his hands together and Dabi looks at him like he’s leaving him for dead… he isn’t he’s coming back… with food… yea this’ll be fine. There probably won’t be a dead body when he gets back… most likely…

“… Whatever you like.” Izuku says, waving his hand dismissively, still looking at Dabi, expecting him to answer his question. Jason’s brow furrows. He hasn’t eaten in 24 hours, and he’s chill with anything? Nah, he’s getting this kid his favourite… his limited finances be damned. He can just pick up a job or something… right?

“If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?” Jason asks, standing. His knees cracking. God he’s old.

“Pork Katsudon.” Izuku says in unison with Dabi.
“A cheeseburger.” Dabi says in unison with Izuku.

“Okay Pork Katsudon and a cheeseburger. On it.” Jason says, walking towards the door with a smile. He hopes everything goes okay when he’s gone.

Yea. This is fine.

Notes:

Jason: Izuku calm down.
Izuku: Are you challenging me?
Jason: I fucked up.

Chapter 2: Mirko

Summary:

Mirko gets snacks and a show.

Mirko was just stopping the convenience store for a couple of carrots, her usual mid patrol snack… as stereotypical as it was but no one said anything because if they did then she’d send them flying. And besides… they tasted good. She wasn’t expecting to see beef cake of a man with a swirl of white hair to be standing at the cashier’s desk looking up at the menu with his head tilted to one side… in a leather jacket and Hello Kitty board shorts like it’s the most normal thing on the planet. Mirko can’t even arrest him for indecent exposure because all the important bits are covered up, she sighs damn. He’s like pure muscle. 100% Grade A wagu beef. There’s multiple bags of candy, chips and other snacks on the desk that the cashier is scanning and trying to avoid eye contact, girl take in that sight how many chances will you get in this life? He is a prime cut of grade A wagu beef that should be enjoyed and savoured.

“Hmmmm well I don’t want what they want maybe a wrap? Nah.” The man says, tilting his head to the other side. Making a decision on what to buy for himself it looks like. His eyes drift over to the hot counter, scanning it. Then he gives his head a slight shake. “Hey, do you mind if I run and get some sushi? I’m feeling like fish.”

“Go right ahead!” The cashier says, with an awkward smile as she starts preparing what looks like a cheeseburger, her back slightly turned. She has a strand of brown hair peeking out from under her cap and there’s traces of make-up on her cheeks in two ovals on either side and patted into her skin. Trying to hide some kind of facial marking? The cap is slung low over her eyes obscuring them. Interesting. What is she trying to hide? The man turns and walks towards Mirko. Hot damn, he’s hot. Eight pack, bluey green eyes Mirko could get lost in and scars all over showing he’s no stranger to danger.

“Sorry. I won’t be too much longer.” The man says with a curt nod and an American accent, odd. Most tourists that come here don’t learn Japanese… he also looks American. Suggesting he is in fact American… odd. Maybe he’s here with his family? He’s buying enough food to feed one. Mirko watches as the man bends over at the sushi display, at the waist. To get to the bottom shelf. He strong and flexible! A double threat! He picks up a decent sized pack of sushi and heads back to the counter, he pays.

“Hey… do you know anywhere that sells pants around here?” He asks the cashier as she bags up his snack food, a cheeseburger meal, the sushi and a bowl of some kind of ramen.

“Um… there’s a store around the corner…” She says. The man nods, thanks her and leaves. Mirko’s brow furrows slightly, she recognises the cashier’s voice from somewhere but where? Patrol? Has she arrested them before? Maybe… she walks closer to the counter and sets her bag of carrots down and leans in to get a better look at the cashier.

Mirko blinks.

Is the Ochako Uraraka?

Notes:

Jason: *buying food*
Mirko: This is a smoke show and I’m glad I have front row tickets.

Me: *writes chips instead of crisps*
Me: This feels weird!

Mirko: *sees Uraraka working*
Uraraka: *plays the Video game ! noise in her head*

Chapter 3: Dabi

Summary:

Dinner time!

Dabi looks down at the kid in front of him. The sleep deprived, cranky, hangry kid who broke his fingers for his little brother and could probably snap him like a twig… the kid who is now glaring at him demanding answers. Answers Dabi doesn’t have…

“How are you not dead?” Izuku asks, pouting a little bit.

“I-I’m not sure.” Dabi admits, scratching the back of his neck. A nervous habit he has yet to kick… Izuku pouts harder, his brow furrows and his glare somehow intensifies.

“Why does you family not give a shit about their quirks?!” He huffs, a sort of anger coming to the surface… a frustrated kind of anger… odd. Izuku then takes a deep breath before clicking his pen. “Okay, family history.” Izuku says, holding his pen above his notebook. Hovering it there.

“What?” Dabi asks, a little confused.

“The quirks of you family. Parents, Endeavour Hellflame, he make the burny burny hot hots. And your mother had an Ice quirk. They were a quirk marriage and she’s currently in the hospital. What about your grandparents?” Izuku asks. Dabi blinks, not really sure what to do. Does he answer? Does he even know?!

“I um… my sperm donors mother had lava hair, it was super hot and his dad is unknown. A one night stand… and as for my mothers side her mother could lower room temperatures and her dad could generate water… you can see how they combine to make ice right?”

“Yes. But the regeneration aspect of your quirk must come from your paternal grandfather.” Izuku mumbles.

“I don’t have a regeneration factor!” Dabi snaps. Izuku flinches, physically flinches at the sharp tone. His eyes grow dull again, the light in them disappearing as fast as it appears. Dabi blinks, he didn’t mean to do that… it was just when people brought up his family it made him mad… he shouldn’t have taken it out on the kid tho. “Sorry… but look at me… I’m covered in burns… if I have a regeneration factor then why isn’t it activating?” He says. Izuku slowly sets his pen down, is he… shaking? Did Dabi snapping cause that? He feels guilt burn away at him on the inside… at least it’s not as painful as real fire.

“M-Maybe you need a specific percentage to be burned before it kicks in.” Izuku says, looking down. Dabi looks at his hands. Is it… normal to know exactly what percentage of his body is covered in burns? Probably not. Holy shit.

“R-Right… that’s- oh shit.” Dabi says, cycling though the stages of acceptance. He died right? Up on that peak? He burned it down and burned himself along with it… he blinks as he feels tears bead in his eyes. He burned himself to death and came back! He should be dead. He should be dead. He should be dead.

“Ah sorry!” Izuku says, putting the notebook away. That earlier confidence evaporating like water in a kettle.

“No… don’t apologise… I needed to hear it… I never really questioned it really.” Dabi says, a little embarrassed. How could he not have questioned it?!?!? He sighs and sweeps his hair out of his face, the black dye staining his fingers. Izuku blinks.

“You dye your hair?” Izuku says, tilting his head to one side.  C-Can he not tell? Maybe he did a better job than he thought... that dirt came up good! 

“Yea…" Dabi says, trailing off, "the stark white is a dead giveaway…” Dabi says, cheeks flushing a little bit. He hates his 'natural' hair colour... it should still be red damned stress literally bleached his hair white.

“It’s the same colour as half of Shoto’s…” Izuku says, a small pink blush covering his cheeks as he says his brothers name. Dabi blinks. Does he have a crush?!? Oh his non-existent God he does.

“Oh?” Dabi says, trying to keep his cool as he realises his little brother is old enough to date… he's 15 of course he's old enough but A) will the old man allow him date at all, B) Date a boy in particular and C) does Shoto even understand his emotions in other people... or his own? Dabi sure as shit didn't at his age... the Sperm Donor never placed a lot of attention on emotional growth... just physical and quirk growth. Dabi has to grab the memory beating stick and swot away the memory of meeting Keigo (now Hawks) for the first time... he had looked at that bird brain and his heart beat quickened and his palms became sweaty and he thought he was sick whenever he got near him... he had even declared them as rivals because he thought he hated him... but you don't actively seek out the people you hate... do you Dabi? No... you avoid them... you also don't offer to train with them... or invite them over to your house... or try to room with them in the highly illegal child solider program run by the HSPC. Dabi turned into a failure... again, but Hawks graduated, was he the only one who succeeded? Come to think of it Tsutsumi made a hero... until she... well... had her breakdown... but honestly fucking valid... those handlers were a different breed altogether. They just treated them like cattle and disposable... he was glad he got out when he did... even if he had to... die to do it... shiiiiiiiiiiit. That's kinda messed up. 

“Oh! I-It’s nothing! Todoroki views me as a rival and nothing else anyways!” Izuku scrambles and Dabi forgets to breath for a moment. His brother has a crush he doesn’t know how to process. Holy shit he even did the same thing he did with Keigo!!!!  Wait this is where the big brother should step in to help. Holy shit... how does he send help when he's legally dead? You can't exactly send a quick text being like 'Hey, you like him fuckass. Ask him out.' Or maybe he could. He could send Shoto an anonymous text... would that be creepy? Probably would be creepy...

“Uh huh…” Dabi says, nodding slowly. Letting Izuku keep scrambling as his cheeks get redder and redder. Clearly processing some things... which is good? He guesses. Processing emotions is a good thing right? Dabi wouldn't know tho... he just buries his emotions deep, deep, deep down lets them out as various acts of arson... was it healthy? 100% totally valid stress response. You can fight him on this over his warm apparently undead body. 

“B-Besides he could probably do way better than me! I mean I mumble, I'm stupid, I can't even use my quirk without breaking myself...” Izuku says, listing things off on his fingers. Dabi feels his brow furrow slightly. How does a kid that age have such ingrained negative belief about himself? The stupid thing is definitely not true, he figured out aspects of his quirk Dabi had no clue about in like under five minutes... the whole not breaking himself with his quirk whilst true he could be able to dampen down with training... and mumbling isn't the end of the world... annoying but it's just him trying to process what he's thinking and it can be trained out in a kind way. Holding something in his mouth when he doesn't want to mumble if he's not aware of it. Izuku keeps going about how stupid and useless he is. Dabi blinks and his hand is over Izuku's mouth. Izuku's eyes widen in surprise. Dabi's also widen in surprise. Why did he do that? 

“He really couldn’t." Dabi says, leaning back and removing his hand, "I mean... you literally broke your body to get through to him… like dude.” Dabi says, shaking his head slightly. How can Izuku think Shoto could do better than him??? How many other people would do that for another person? Izuku buries his face in hands, clearly ever so slightly embarrassed. Dabi lets out a small chuckle and reaches out to ruffle Izuku's hair. Izuku falls backwards, away from the touch. His breath hitching. Dabi retracts his hand.

"S-Sorry." Izuku says, his voice a whisper. 

"Don't apologise." Dabi says with a small shake of his head. "Having boundaries is okay kid."

"Most people I know push past them..." Izuku says, curling up into a little ball. Wrapping himself in a hug, self soothing? He seems to tense and be in pain as he does it but he doesn't stop.

"Who?" Dabi asks, folding his arms. He just wants to talk... he swears. Like if someone sets a boundary it should be respected... not bulldozed and trampled over like it's nothing. 

"My friends... one is a really touchy person... hugs, arm bumps... another always thinks he knows best and tries to push us all in a certain direction... despite our protests... another is blunt... she just says things like it is... which is actually nice and it keeps me from being anxious and nervous if she likes me or not... she would tell me if something I do bugs her..." Izuku says, resting his head on his knees.

"Hmmm... ditch the first two and keep the last one... she should understand." Dabi says, the other two do not sound like good friends... at all. And Izuku would be better off without them. 

"What?! No I can't do that! I-I've never had friends before... and I can't lose them!" Izuku says, sounding highly distressed. His breath hitching as tears bead in his eyes. 

Crap.

Crap!

Crap!

If Jason comes back right now he's-

The door open. 

He's dead. 

Jason stands in the doorway, a bag of food in his hands. 

"What did you do?!" Jason hisses going over to Izuku and dropping the bag of food. Izuku sniffs and curls up tighter. Jason has to shift a little in his seat as Jason glares at him, were his eyes always that green? And slightly glowy? It has to be a trick of the light... right? Yea... a trick of the low and dying light.

"I told him he needed better friends." Dabi says, calmly. 

"Why would you say that?" Jason hisses going into the plastic bag and rummaging around in it for something.

"Because his 'friends'," Dabi puts air quotes around the words friends because he's using that word in the loosest sense of the world, "are boundary stomping assholes." Dabi says seriously. Jason blinks and turns to Izuku. 

"Are they?" He asks. Izuku blinks and then gives a little shrug. "Well... maybe instead of ditching them you reassert your boundaries more clearly. Say please do not touch me. Or can we change the subject?" Jason says. Izuku blinks and gives a small little nod.

"He also has a crush." Dabi says. Izuku's eyes widen and he makes a small squeaking noise and his face goes bright red again. 

“I do not!” Izuku says, dropping the hold on his knees and sitting up on them. His hair fluffing up... it kinda reminds Dabi of a cat rising its hackles when it's agitated... or has sensed a threat. Jason rises an eyebrow.

"Shoto Todoroki?" Jason asks.

"nO!" Izuku says, his voice cracking as he makes a protest. Jason just chuckles.

"He would be a lucky boy." Jason says, cracking open the carton of steaming katsudon. Izuku whips his head around and does the grabby hands for it. Jason hands him the food with a chuckle. Izuku takes the container and scampers off into a far corner, away from the two of them and starts wolfing down the food like he hasn't eaten in days... which maybe he hasn't. Endeavours meal plans were... intense... was Izuku on something similar to that or different? Dabi sure as shit hopes it's something different... although it did help get him ready to be constantly hungry for when he was on the streets so... little victories? 

Jason is dragged out of his thoughts by the smell of food wafting under his nose. He takes the plastic bowl like plate.

"Thanks." Dabi says, "how much do I owe you?" Dabi doesn't have much money but he should be able to afford this... just. He'll just have to not get his 'pain relief' for a few days, weeks... it'll be fine. He's dealt with the pain before... he can deal with the pain again. It's nothing he can't deal with for a short time.

"Consider it payment for looking after him." Jason says, flopping down onto the bed next to him and looking over at Izuku who has a piece of pork hanging out of his mouth as he chews, sucking it into his mouth as he does. 

“Hungry?” Dabi asks, smiling at the child. Izuku just nods as he swallows. He turns to Jason. "Thank you." He says with a small shy smile. He hates owing people shit.

"Ahhh, well I probably scared you half to death when I was on that Lazazurs drug too. That shit is bad shit." He says, looking at the case on the side. It occurs to Dabi he probably could have taken the drugs, knocked the kid out and ran... but that would be a bad thing and the kid seemed to be okay... and he helped his brother it would have been a shitty thing to cut and run.

"I mean... I was worried for the kid." Dabi says, taking measured bites of his food. He's as hungry as Izuku is but he doesn't want to show it. That would show where he's weak and he can't afford to do that. "I was fine tho." He says.

"You're just a kid yourself man."

"Fuck you, I'm 23." Dabi says, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of his burger. It's so good. It's juicy and flavourful and warm... he's not had a warm meal in so long. His stomach is grateful for the meal.

"Shut up!" Jason says, blinking in shock, a piece of sushi paused halfway to his mouth. "We're the same age!" He says. Dabi feels blood rush to his scared cheeks and if he could he would be blushing hard right now, so they're the same age... interesting. Interesting. 

"Well shit." Dabi says, swallowing the lump in his throat along side the should be blush on his cheeks. The two fall into silence as they eat, an not awkward silence fills the air. It's comfortable. Dabi finds the pace of him eating increases, his stomach demanding to be fed faster. Jason looks between Izuku and Dabi. Mumbling something under his breath about how he's ‘been there, done that, stole the wheels off the Batmobile.’ With a small pleasant smile on his face. Like he's in a fond memory. The smile slowly fades at the corners, like the once sweet memory has turned sour. But that statement rises so many questions. A) Was Jason from Gotham? B) Did he succeed in the stealing the wheels off the Batmobile? C) Whenether successful or unsuccessful how did Jason survive Batman's wrath? The man was brutal. He claimed to not kill people but he's throws people off of buildings, hits them with his car and like those Batarangs look sharp. Then you could argue the ones who die are the lucky ones. He must paralyse, maim and other wise ruin the lives of hundreds of people a year... well him and his gang of birds and girls. Like who calls someone 'bat girl'? But getting back to Jason's statement and away from the whole black hole of Batman's morals. D) Was Jason arrested? E) How old was he? F) How the hell did he get from Gotham to Japan? It's a long way to go and he's legally dead so no passport... so illegally? Because using a fake passport is a crime. So G) was Jason a villain? And ergo was he trying to lure Izuku to become a villain? Like Dabi is no saint that would be bad for everyone because Izuku could probably destroy entire buildings with a flick of his fingers. 

“You okay?” Jason asks, sounding genuinely concerned. Dabi just nods a little bit numbly, unsure of what Jason's intentions are... did he just stumble into being fast tracked into villainy? He dabbles a little bit vigilantism... but nothing close to villainy... yet. Okay apart from some light arson of the Endeavour section of the heroes museum which will probably be on the news in the morning... and burning some lost Endeavour merch he finds in trashcans... it's cathartic. But other than that he's not performed any villainous acts...

“M fine!” Dabi says, turning away from him quickly and brushing his hand off his shoulder. Dabi eyes Izuku eyeing up the bag of snacks on the ground. Dabi gently pocks Jason on the leg with his feet and gestures to the kid. Jason's eyes trail over and he sighs as the mumbles of calories, pros, cons, how many he can eat and still be on plan, that junk food is a gateway to binging and-

Jason yeets a bag of chips at Izuku's face. They hit his face before falling into his lap, leaving Izuku blinking a little bit. It's a family sized bag of Doritos, cool original with a picture of Best Jeanist posing on the front. 

"I-I can't I mean my d-diet plan is very specific... and strict." Izuku says, looking terrified of a bag of crisps. Dabi sighs, his heart cracking a little bit. A kid shouldn't have to be so scared to eat a handful of crisps... he hasn't eaten all fricking day one big bag of crisps isn't going to make him gain any noticeable weight. Starving himself on purpose isn't goof for him.

“Kid, fuck the diet.” Jason says, looking at him. Izuku blinks, his brow slowly furrowing as he processes something internally before ripping open the bag and crisps and starts eating them. A smile forms on Jason's face as he watches Izuku eat the crisps, happily like they're the best thing on the planet... it's a good step that he's eating... even if it is just junk food with no nutritional value. 

That's when shit meets the fan.

"Hello?" A voice rings out through the warehouse. Jason sighs. Izuku grows tense, eyes widening as his eyes dart towards the door. Dabi springs to his feet. "Is everything okay in here?" The voice rings out. Izuku drops his crisps and rushes over and grabs the box of Lazarus drugs. He starts fumbling with the box and opens it up, grabbing a syringe. 

"What the fuck?!" Dabi hisses, grabbing the box. Those drugs are bad news, if Izuku gets takes them then he could cause serious damage to everything around... including both Jason and of course Dabi. And Dabi... doesn't want to die today... he wants to die someway else... if he even can. 

Wait. 

Is Dabi immortal? 

Man that fucking sucks.

Izuku lets go of the box but keeps the needle. 

“Listen, it’ll be better for everyone if I take it and make it look like I was kidnapped and drugged. So inject me.” He whispers, keeping his voice barely auditable and holding the needle out for someone to take. 

“What?!” Jason whisper hisses. 

“No! That drug is dangerous!” Dabi says, holding the box close and reaching for the needle. Izuku sweeps it out of the way, flicking it through his fingers, a like a pen. It's a very practiced motion. Does he do that a lot?

“Please. If you don’t, I could get expelled or or… he could… please.” Izuku says, rolling his sleeve up. Exposing his arms. Jason blinks and grabs the bag of snacks off the ground and places them into a backpack nearby. He swings it up onto his back and walks over to Izuku.

"Are you sure you want this?" Jason asks, gently taking the needle from Izuku. Izuku just nods. 

"You can't fucking do this!" Dabi says, taking a step back. This is going to go wrong. Iz

“Hello?!” The voice calls out again, a little more urgently as the footsteps gets closer and more urgent. Faster. This is a bad idea but it's the best one they've got.

"Okay fine just... be careful. Maybe a half dose?" Dabi says, he knows Izuku will feel intense guilt of he so much as gives anyone a bruise. Let alone anything worse...

"We have no idea what that will do to him... we'll have to put the full dose in." Jason says, poising the needle above Izuku's arm. Izuku closes his eyes and braces himself. Then he injects the needle into Izuku's neck. Izuku's hand goes to his neck, covering the injection mark with his hand before falling to the ground. Screaming. Back arching in pain as green lines spread rapidly from his neck, growing like vines under his skin. Jason hops onto the window ledge, guilt eating away at his face when he looks away. He holds a hand out to Dabi, looking at him. 

"What are you-"

"Are you coming with me or not? Because you can stay here and deal with Izuku on that drug and whoever is coming our way... or-" Jason doesn't have to finish his sentence as he takes his hand. He really doesn't care what comes next... anything as to be better than dealing with a roided out Izuku... Jason pulls him in tight and pulls out a grappling gun from his backpack. "Hold on tight now. Don't want to drop ya." Jason says with a small wink. Dabi feels his heart skip a beat as he's held in a tight embrace by Jason... who's still half-naked.

Notes:

Izuku: *talks bad about himself*
Dabi: Hold the fuck up.

Izuku: *smells katsudon*
Izuku: *gremlin mode activated*

Izuku: If I eat this bag of crisps I'll get fat and people won't like me no more.
Jason: EAT THE GODDAMN BAG OF CHIPS.

Until next time! *slides into the sewers to join Pennywise*

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Shit... I'm turning into Bruce.