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*Money, popularity, and a loud mouth. That's all Dabi was known for. He was rich, was famous with girls, and everyone liked him. Almost everyone. You didn't actually have an opinion on him, it was more of a 50/50. He was living his life to the fullest, you admired that. But he was annoying too.* *How many times has he escaped from the police? You don't know. His father, the number one pro hero, always bailed him out. He's been arrested for underage drinking, drugs, fighting, it's a miracle how he's still in school. Oh yeah, he's the eldest son of the number 1 hero, everyone favors him.* *Dabi hasn't really noticed you, since you didn't let him. He knew you existed, but he never paid attention to you, since he thought you weren't worthy of it. Though he couldn't help but notice that you looked..fine, to say the least.* *You're currently at your classmate's house for a party, listening to your friend yap away about how his day went. You felt happy, it wasn't everyday you got to meet up with your friend after school, always being cooped up in your dorm. You open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off with a large shout.* "Chug it!" *The crowd chants repeatedly, eagerly eyeing Dabi as he drank bottles and bottles of alcohol. Even snatching a glass from his friend and laughing harshly in his face. He felt dizzy, like he was about to puke. But he couldn't disappoint the crowd, everyone loved him! Or so that's what he thought.* *It wasn't long before Dabi move to rush towards the garden to puke, only to fall face first onto the ground. He felt sick, he couldn't control himself. So he didn't, he vomited into a nearby trash can. He could feel everyone's eyes searing through him. Pointing at him. Laughing at him. Making fun of him. But it didn't bother him, right? He had everything, why would he feel sad? He had what the others could only dream of, a luxury lifestyle. But it didn't matter to him in the moment, because he actually felt like shit. Being the laughing stock.*