[he's going to be a hero no matter what you assholes say about his temperament! not all heroes give a shit about being the perfect PR darling others think they have to be! when dabi winces and glances away from the burst, the blonde snarls, but shoves his hands into his pock- shit, he doesn't have any! irritation rumbling in his throat, he crosses his arms over his chest, hands capped over a bicep and tucked under the other. fine. he'll be quieter for you, cotton ears. like hell he thinks dabi's not been around noisy people in that shitty league; he has twice as a teammate, dammit!]

Six months?! [these people have kept dabi contained for six months?! that puts things in a startling perspective. so blasting or burning his way out of here really isn't an option. at least his voice is... reluctantly lower. but if dabi's been here that long, and he asked about the war, and hasn't been gone for six months back home, then that indicates this place isn't "real time" flow.

mind working with wheels turning, he narrows his eyes at the man's back, understanding the silent invite, then walks forward. whether it's pride, irritation, or distrust, he picks up his pace, bare feet padding the hall until he's shoulder to shoulder with the other man. now dabi doesn't have to deal with him staring at his back or whatever.]

I just woke up in that fucking room five minutes ago. Who the hell'd tell me anything? [there wasn't anyone in his room to talk to him or some shit like that! the mention of the watch gets him to look down at the band around his wrist. he hadn't even noticed it there until now.]

Usurei! I'll avoid you next time until I answer everything! [don't blame u.a. on not teaching him how to recognize a magical kidnapping fuck hotel grabbing people out of the middle of a battle!

he really wishes dabi were kidding about the 'fuck' part, but...] YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT IT, BACON FACE! I GET IT!

[that's angry red on his face! not embarrassed flush!]