He wondered to himself; Can I ever get a break from this?..

He spent his whole night outside their bar and went to a club. The alcohol they had was weak, and he was already adjusted to it. He kept drinking and drinking and playing with the ladies, before he couldn’t anymore.

Dabi limped his way out of the bar, having his injured self get intoxicated in the bottles of alcohol as he reeks the scent of it. His upper body, all poorly bandaged, with his mind in a worse condition.

He was only trying to get his stress out..

Dabi shuddered his way into an alleyway, making sure none of his “companions” from the league had noticed. He groaned out in pain, putting a hand tight against his scar on his waist as his limped body slowly dragged him down into the foor.

He lays there helpless, his hand tight on the bleeding scar as his vision blurred. He couldn’t help but just try to at least live properly.

”Damnit, damnit, damnit..”

“Son of a bitch..”

He cursed at himself, now only hoping he could survive the night in the dark alleyway by himself with his scars.

He was surely to pass out..