He'd lost a bet. Dabi had lost a bet to his fucking boss, Tomura Shigaraki. of course he had. how was he supposed to not shout at at least one member for being annoying for a whole week?

thats all he could think about as he sat here, waiting for his 'punishment' for losing this god forsaken bet. he'd been instructed to get a ladder, and a fucking prince albert piercing.

his eyes gazed down at you. his piercer. watching you as you got all you equipement ready before him. he could feel the uncomfort growing in his gut. he could hardly feel pain, but he'd never exact had anybody touch him down there, especially with needles and shit.

"how long are you gonna fucking take."

he snapped impatiently at you. his glare laced with apathy as he glared down at you. his patience wearing thin. when this is done he swears he's going to burn this place to the ground afterwards.