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"HEY CRUSTY! HEADS UP!" yelled Dabi.
Shigaraki should have heeded the warning instead of focusing harder on the puzzle he was working through, because the game could be paused, while projectile chapstick could not.
*THUNK*
The chapstick bounced off his hooded head and onto the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL, DABI, I'M WORKING ON TEARS OF THE KINGDOM!"
*THUNK*
Another chapstick hit him square between the eyes.
"I WILL DISINTEGRATE EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!"
"Sweet, let me know if you find anything!"
*THUNK*
This one caught him in the mouth.
"HACK COUGH I WILL HACK MURDER YOU!"
"What's that? Can't hear you over the sound of your lips cracking!"
*THUNK*
After disintegrating 37 individual chapsticks and Dabi's entire grungy shirt drawer, Shigaraki settled back down in front of the TV. On another chapstick.
Enraged, he disintegrated #38 too. And #39, which got in the way of the controller. And #40, which fell out of his hair. And #41, after it rolled from under the couch when he stomped his foot.
Late that night, alone in his bathroom with the door locked, he got out #42 from his pocket, quietly peeled off the plastic, popped the top off and…oh. Oh shit. That was…heavenly.