Overhaul smirked slightly as blood dripped from his knife—another random victim, another night without witnesses. It was midnight, the streets silent and empty. His assignment was simple: gather fresh meat for the burger shop. Tonight's shipment was complete.
He grabbed the body and dragged it through the back entrance, depositing it into the meat grinder. This burger shop belonged to his adopted father. But ever since his father had passed away, Overhaul had taken over as the new owner. Now, he ran the entire operation—with all its secrets.
Overhaul: "Human meat is always so delicious."
He muttered to himself as he carefully placed the freshly ground patties into the refrigerator. He closed the door, his eyes scanning the inventory with satisfaction. The secret recipe was a hit—customers loved the unique flavor, none suspecting the dark truth behind it. As the new owner, he'd perfected the process, ensuring each patty was not only delicious but also... authentic. He smirked again, proud of his macabre craftsmanship. Tonight's batch was perfect.
Dabi: "Gotcha."
He said with a chuckle, catching Overhaul off guard. Overhaul jumped, startled, and spun around to face Dabi.
Overhaul: "What are you doing here so early?"
He demanded, trying to hide his surprise and maintain his composure.
Dabi: "Couldn't sleep."
He replied nonchalantly, leaning against the counter.
Dabi: "Thought I'd come help you with... preparations."
His eyes flickered to the refrigerator, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Overhaul: "Preparations are all done."
He said casually, trying to sound normal despite the telltale bloodstains on his apron and shirt. He hoped the dim lighting would hide the evidence and that Dabi wouldn't look too closely.
Dabi: "Must've been a messy cooking session."
He commented, pointing to the stains with a raised eyebrow.
Dabi: "Yeah, those tomato-based patties can be real pigs to make."
Overhaul laughed nervously, praying his lie was convincing.
Dabi: "Don't lie to me, Overhaul."
He said sharply, his nose wrinkling at the strong scent of blood that permeated the room.
Dabi: "I can smell death on you. And that's not tomato sauce on your clothes."
He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Dabi: "Who was it this time?"
Overhaul shook his head firmly, maintaining his innocence despite Dabi's accusatory tone.
Overhaul: "I told you, I didn't kill anyone."
He insisted calmly, hoping his acting skills were convincing enough under pressure.
Dabi immediately pinned Overhaul against the wall, his grip firm and unyielding.
Dabi: "Don't lie to me."
He growled, his voice low and dangerous. His blue eyes bore into Overhaul's, demanding complete honesty. Overhaul's bravado cracked under the pressure, his gaze dropping in submission.
Overhaul: "A random person..."
He admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Dabi's expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips—not of amusement, but of dark understanding.
Dabi: "Take your pills."
Overhaul: "Fuck you, I don't need those pills!"
He snapped angrily, pushing Dabi away.
Overhaul: "I'm not insane!"
The bottle of pills flew across the room, hitting the wall and scattering white tablets across the floor. Dabi's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin.
Dabi: "You just admitted to killing someone randomly and you think you're not insane?"
He retorted coldly.
Dabi: "Those pills help you control your impulses, Overhaul."
Overhaul: "You do know it's for the burger shop."
He said defensively, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
Overhaul: "The wonderful human meat that nobody knows about."
Dabi rolled his eyes, well aware of the dark secret their burgeoning business was built upon. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his red hair.
Dabi: "Yeah, yeah, I know."
He muttered, his voice tired.
Dabi: "Doesn't change the fact that you need those fucking pills."
He kicked the scattered tablets across the floor.
Dabi: "Take them."
Overhaul: "Fine."
He grumbled, crouching down to gather the scattered pills from the blood-soaked floor. The moment his hands brushed against the cool tiles, Dabi's hand came down hard against his ass with an audible slap.
Overhaul flinched, his head snapping back in surprise.
Overhaul: "What the hell was that for?"
He asked, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment coloring his voice.
Dabi smirked, crossing his arms.
Dabi: "Reward for being a good boy and picking up your mess."
Overhaul: "I'm not having sex with you here."
He insisted, still kneeling and collecting the pills without looking up. His ears turned slightly red despite his stern expression.
Dabi crouched down behind him, his breath hot against Overhaul's neck.
Dabi: "But you belong to me."
He murmured possessively, his hand sliding around to grip Overhaul's hip.
Dabi: "These hands, this mouth—the knife, the grinder—they all belong to me."
His grip tightened.
Dabi: "You know it. You've always known it."
Overhaul swallowed the pills dry, his throat bobbing as he did so.
Overhaul: "My ass and cock are all yours."
He muttered resignedly, standing up and turning to face Dabi. Before he could react, Dabi's hand shot out and grabbed a firm handful of his crotch through his pants.
Overhaul: "Not here."
He repeated more forcefully, his face flushing a deep red at Dabi's bold touch in the middle of the meat processing room. He swatted Dabi's hand away, stepping back to put some distance between them.
Overhaul: "We're in the fucking shop. Anyone could walk in."
He glared at Dabi, trying to regain some semblance of authority.
Overhaul: "My office. After closing."
Dabi: "Fine."
He grumbled, reluctantly releasing Overhaul's crotch and adjusting himself before leaving the room to set up the dining tables. Overhaul watched him go, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. He checked his watch, knowing they had hours until closing time—and Dabi would expect that ass and cock promise kept. He sighed, finishing the cleanup with renewed arousal and apprehension. His office was definitely going to see some action tonight.
As the night wore on, Overhaul and Dabi filled out the orders efficiently, the kitchen filled with the sounds of sizzling patties and the hum of the meat grinder. Occasionally, Dabi would find an excuse to pass by Overhaul, his hand landing with a sharp slap against Overhaul's rear end. Overhaul would grunt softly, his movements growing increasingly distracted and his cheeks warming with each unexpected spanking. The burger shop's late-night opening hours provided the perfect cover for Dabi's playful—and possessive—behavior.
The bell above the door tinkled softly as the strange customer entered, the sound barely audible over the sizzle of burgers. Overhaul looked up from the grill, his eyes locking onto the figure standing at the cashier. The customer wore a disturbing goat mask, the white wool and unsettling features giving off an unmistakable cultist vibe. Overhaul's unease immediately spiked, his grip tightening on the spatula. This wasn't a regular late-night burger craving; this felt like something far more sinister.
Dabi's hand came down with another sharp slap on Overhaul's ass, pulling him from his thoughts.
Dabi: "What are you looking at?"
He asked, following Overhaul's gaze to the masked customer. The slap stung through his uniform, and Overhaul jumped slightly, his attention snapping back to Dabi.
Overhaul: "That customer... the one with the goat mask."
He whispered, his voice tight with unease.
Overhaul: "Something feels off about him."
Dabi's smirk widened.
Dabi: "Probably just a freak with good taste in burgers."
The man in the goat mask slowly raised his hand, pointing directly at Overhaul. His voice was distorted, echoing unnaturally from behind the mask.
The Man In The Goat Mask: "I choose you."
He declared, the words hanging heavy in the air. Overhaul's blood ran cold. This wasn't a random customer—he was being singled out. Dabi's hand froze mid-air, his teasing demeanor evaporating instantly. The shop's dim lighting seemed to grow darker, the sizzle of the grill suddenly ominous. This was no ordinary order. This was a selection.
(At Shie Hassaikai Base in Overhaul's bedroom).
Overhaul jolted awake, his heart pounding against his ribs as reality settled around him. Cold sweat clung to his skin, and he gasped for air, clutching the sheets. It was the same dream again—every night for the past two weeks. The goat mask, the distorted voice, that chilling phrase: "I choose you." But the dream never showed why. What did he need to be chosen for? Why him specifically? He fell back against the pillow, exhaustion weighing heavier than the rest.
Dabi's rough hands found Overhaul's chest, thumbs and index fingers pinching and rolling his nipples to wakefulness.
Dabi: "Morning, baby."
He murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. Overhaul groaned softly, arching into the touch despite the lingering unease from his dream.
Overhaul: "I had that dream again..."
He muttered, his voice laced with frustration and fear. Dabi paused, his touch gentling as he leaned down to press a kiss to Overhaul's temple.
Dabi: "The goat mask again?"
Overhaul: "Yeah."
He whispered, his body trembling slightly under Dabi's hands.
Overhaul: "He keeps saying the same words... 'I choose you.' I'm afraid, Dabi."
Dabi sighed, his thumbs continuing their soothing circles on Overhaul's nipples.
Dabi: "Baby, it's just a dream. Your mind is playing tricks on you because of stress or something."
He believed Overhaul was overthinking it—nothing more than nightmares born from anxiety. He kissed Overhaul deeply to distract him from his fears.
Overhaul: "In the dream, I killed someone to make human burgers."
He confessed, his voice thick with disgust.
Overhaul: "And now just thinking about it makes me nauseous."
He covered his mouth, eyes wide with horror at his own subconscious. Dabi had heard enough. He didn't want to spend their morning discussing some disturbing dream—especially one where Overhaul was the killer. So he shifted tactics, his fingers finding Overhaul's ticklish spots.
Dabi: "No more dream talk."
Overhaul burst into nervous giggles as Dabi's fingers dug into his sides relentlessly.
Overhaul: "Stop— Dabi— stop!"
He squealed, squirming beneath Dabi's tickling assault. The morning sun streamed through the blinds, pushing the nightmare further from his mind. His laughter filled their bedroom, momentarily chasing away the dread. Dabi pinned him down, relentlessly in his teasing.
Dabi: "No talking about goat masks until you've had your coffee."
Overhaul: "Okay, okay! Just stop the tickling!"
He laughed, his hands pushing weakly against Dabi's chest. Dabi finally relented, leaning down to capture Overhaul's lips in a deep, calming kiss that tasted of sleep and morning breath.
Dabi: "Let's eat some breakfast."
He suggested, rolling off the bed and stretching his sculpted arms above his head. Overhaul watched him go, the nightmare fading further with each passing second. Maybe Dabi was right—it was just stress.
As they sat at the breakfast table, Overhaul poured orange juice while Dabi buttered toast, Dabi's phone buzzed with an incoming text. He glanced down, his eyebrow arching as he read the message from Shigaraki.
The message: "Overhaul's hiring for the burger shop?"
It asked simply. Dabi looked up at Overhaul, his expression thoughtful.
Dabi: "Shigaraki wants to know if we're hiring."
He relayed casually between bites of toast.
Overhaul: "If he wants to, I don't mind more help, I guess..."
He said hesitantly, his voice barely above a murmur. He pushed his scrambled eggs around his plate, appetite lost. The image of the goat-masked man still haunted him, an unwelcome guest in his thoughts. Opening the shop meant potential customers—what if the goat-masked figure wasn't just a dream? What if he walked through those doors for real? Dabi watched him carefully, sensing his anxiety.
Dabi: "You okay, babe?"
Overhaul: "I'm fine..."
He lied, forcing a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. He could feel Dabi's concerned gaze on him, knowing full well that his mind was still tangled in the nightmare from earlier. Dabi sighed softly, finishing his coffee and standing up to clear their plates. He knew better than to push Overhaul when he was like this—distracted, scared, and hiding it behind false smiles.
Dabi: "Alright."
He said gently.
Dabi: "I'll text Shigaraki back then."
Overhaul: "I'm going to get ready for work."
He muttered, pushing his chair back and standing abruptly. He left the dishes on the table, his mind preoccupied with the looming shift at the shop and the lingering fear from his dream. As he headed to the bedroom, he heard Dabi's fingers tapping against the phone screen, accepting Shigaraki's offer of help.
Dabi: "Don't forget to take your pills."
He called after him, his voice carrying a note of concern and familiarity.
(In the bedroom).
Overhaul rummaged through his closet, pulling out his burger shop uniform—a simple white shirt and black apron with the shop's logo emblazoned across the chest. As he laid it out on the bed, his eyes caught sight of the pill bottle sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up, popping two capsules into his mouth and swallowing them dry. The pills were supposed to regulate his sleep patterns and prevent nightmares, but recently they seemed less effective. Or perhaps he hadn't been taking them as consistently as he should have.
Overhaul stared into the mirror, his eyes widening in utter horror. The man in the goat mask stood directly behind him, reflected perfectly in the glass.
The Man In The Goat Mask: "I choose you."
The masked figure whispered—the same phrase, the same voice from his nightmares. Overhaul's mouth opened in a bloodcurdling scream, his entire body going rigid with terror.
The bedroom door burst open as Dabi rushed in, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight.
Dabi: "What?! What is it?!"
He demanded, spinning around the empty room.
Overhaul: "He was here, I swear! The goat mask... he was right behind me!"
He stammered, hyperventilating and pointing at the empty space in the mirror. His hands trembled violently, his face pale as a ghost. Dabi sighed heavily, his expression shifting from concern to exasperation. This was getting worse. Much worse. The hallucinations were becoming more vivid, more intrusive.
Dabi: "That's it."
He declared firmly.
Dabi: "I'm taking you to the doctor after work."
Overhaul: "You... you don't believe me."
He whispers, his voice cracking with emotion as tears stream down his face.
Dabi: "Of course, I don't believe you!"
He snapped, his patience wearing thinner than the thread holding Overhaul's sanity.
Dabi: "Because there's no fucking goat-masked man standing there! It's just your imagination running wild again!"
He threw his hands up in frustration.
Dabi: "You're tearing up, Overhaul! You're fucking crying over something that isn't even there!"
He stepped closer, his voice softer but no less stern.
Dabi: "I'm taking you to the doctor because you need help, okay? Real help."
Overhaul: "..."
He shot to his feet, wiping away the tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. He pushed Dabi out of the room with surprising strength, slamming the door shut behind him. The room went silent, save for the muffled sound of Dabi's frustrated sighs on the other side. Overhaul stood alone, his back against the door, breathing heavily. He felt humiliated, disbelieved. The monster in his dreams was real—he knew it—but nobody seemed to understand. Especially not Dabi.
Fifteen minutes later, Overhaul emerged from the bedroom, now dressed in his burger shop uniform. The atmosphere between them was tense and silent. Dabi had also changed into his own uniform, standing by the door waiting for Overhaul without a word. They walked side by side to the shop in uncomfortable silence—no arguments, no apologies. Just two people heading to work after a heated fight that left unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.
(At the Shie Hassaikai Burger Shop).
Overhaul fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking as he tried to unlock the door of Shie Hassaikai Burger Shop—his late father's legacy. The nausea from his dream returned full force, making his fingers clumsy and his vision blurry. Seeing this, Dabi stepped forward gently, taking the keys from Overhaul's trembling hands.
Dabi: "Let me."
He said softly, his earlier frustration was replaced with concern for Overhaul's fragile state. He unlocked the door efficiently and pushed it open.
Overhaul: "Thank you."
He murmured gratefully as he stepped into the familiar scent of the burger shop, trying to ground himself in reality. Suddenly, a tap on his shoulder made him jump violently, his heart racing instantly. He whirled around to see Shigaraki standing there with a bright, eager smile.
Shigaraki: "I'm here for the job!"
He announced cheerfully, completely unaware of Overhaul's fragile mental state. Behind him, Dabi watched closely, ready to intervene if necessary.
Overhaul: "Yeah, that's right."
He confirmed, trying to mask his unease with a small smile. He gestured towards the cashier station.
Overhaul: "Well then, I guess you'll be the cashier..."
Shigaraki grinned widely, clearly excited about his new role.
Shigaraki: "That's great!"
He exclaimed, eagerly making his way behind the counter. Dabi watched the exchange silently, his eyes flicking between Overhaul and Shigaraki, ensuring everything was alright.
This will continue in the next chapter.