dabi drabble. tw blood, drugs, hallucinations, and angst.
dabi is in an incredibly shit mood.
well, he always is. it’s a part of him, the gloom. but today, he’s feeling it harder than usual. he’d been snapping at everyone, his patience wearing thin like a thread rolling off the end of a spool. and when the day’s heist doesn’t go perfectly— a hero managing to swipe at his face and grab a few staples keeping his skin together— dabi is even more foul.
he slams the door to his room, grabbing a needle, a bottle of the strongest pain medication he could nab from the pharmacy, and staples. without really figuring out the precision and dose— and who fuckin’ reads the side effects?— he fills the needle full of the liquid and pokes it in his veins.