BNHA villain boyfriends when you’re depressed

— Shigaraki and Overhaul

— Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?)

Genre: angsty fluff

A/N: This is a little more personal. Sometimes we go through the motions and that is okay. I am proud of you for even simply browsing through Tumblr. I promise you, someday it’ll get better, so hold your head high, these waves will pass. If you ever need to talk, I am always here for you. You’re doing amazing, never forget that. 

You didn’t know how it got so bad.

Clothes littered the floor, shoes and stuffed animals thrown all over. Plates of half eaten food and water cups stacked up; all creating a chaotic mess.

You wore a baggy shirt and undergarments, mix matched socks that were slightly coming off your feet, but you did not care.

You hadn’t cared for days now.

Everything in life was like a seemingly tedious task. Even combing your hair was almost excruciating to do, and not because you had to yank knots out of your hair, but because it consumed every fiber of your being to get out of your bed and do so.

You had no energy. No enthusiasm.

You were so tired of it; so, so tired of it all. You felt desperate as you sunk deeper and deeper into this dark abyss. It was like you were trying to reach up for air but the weight of everything was continuously dragging you down. You desperately wanted to cry out for help, but you didn’t have the energy or strength, or even humility to ask for help. And so, you just laid there, time continuously ticking by, as the world continued to move forward, and you stayed stagnant in one place.

And as the sun rose on the fifth day, you heard a creak at your door and footsteps shuffling inside your room.

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki came in quietly, like he always does when visiting your room. He didn’t know what was going on with you, but he knew deep down you did not want to be alone. So, he sat on the ground of your messy bedroom, switch in hand, playing Animal Crossing.

You could hear the background music of the game and the sounds of Shigaraki fishing. Sometimes he would grunt in frustration when he failed to catch a fish, which placed a tickle of a smile on your face.

After about 30 minutes of listening to his gameplay it went dead silent. You could hear him get up from his spot and shift his body weight onto your bed, causing it to creak.

“That damn Nook is a fraud”, Shigaraki grumbled, “This stingy bastard wants me to pay 548,000 bells for an expansion! This game is literally what I hate about society and those fucking ugly villagers do not deserve homes”, he continued to rant, scratching his neck in frustration.

You could practically feel him sulking.

“Maybe…” You murmured quietly “…maybe we could play together?” You lifted your head to look at him, your face still puffy from the crying session you had.

Shigaraki hated when you cried. He hated when you got the way you did too. When he first started dating you, he had made it a promise that he would protect you from everything, and make sure you were treated with the upmost care and respect. In some ways he can’t help but feel like he failed you, but he knows blaming himself would only make you feel worse.

Shigaraki gave you a soft smile and reached for the s/c switch that was sitting on your nightstand with 4 fingers.

He handed you the switch and you booted up Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As you were getting through Isabel’s mantra, you felt Shigaraki shift in bed.

“Y/N…” He said quietly, slipping his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into your neck.

You hummed in response, all of your attention focused on running to open your island’s gate for Shigaraki to join.

“I know you are dealing with a lot,” He continued, “but do not have to take all of the weight of world on your shoulders, you can give some of the weight to me…”. He hugged you closer and kissed the side of your jaw.

You felt tears prick your eyes, “Thank you…I honestly do not know what I would do without you”, you said meekly, wiping your face.

“Mhm…I love you Y/N”.

Overhaul

“Your room is so filthy; don’t you ever think about cleaning it up?”

You shuddered in your bed as you heard the monotone man step foot into your room. You could feel the man’s judgement in his voice and it made your eyes prick with tears.

“I am sorry boss”, you muttered, ashamed and disgusted with yourself. “I’ll do bett-“

“No.” He firmly said, cutting you off.

You could hear him breathe deeply, as if he was trying to muster up courage, before his gloved hand yank your body out of your bed and into his chest. Your eyes widening in disbelief.

“Sir?” You looked at him in bewilderment, knowing damn well you’re not up-to-date on his cleanliness protocol.

Suddenly, dread washed over you as you thought he was going to reconstruct you right here, or just kill you because of how you were, but he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, Kai dragged you into your bathroom.

“I told you to stop with the formality”, he grumbled underneath his mask, “now put your hands up”.

You did as you were told, and he slipped your shirt off, as well as your undergarments and socks. You felt the cold air surround you and as you were about to shiver and cover your body self-consciously, strong arms picked you up and gently placed you into the warm bath water.

Kai turned away to take off his mask and gloves off and set them neatly on the marbled vanity table before turning back to tend to you.

“Aren’t I dirty?” You muttered your eyebrows furrowing together.

His golden eyes looked at you, his face expressionless, “why else do you think I’m washing you?”, he asked in a more matter-of-fact tone, as he lathered your h/c hair with f/s shampoo.

You could feel your shoulder loosen up as he massaged your scalp, your body slowly sinking into the tub in bliss.

Kai’s eyes softened at the sight of your pure, fragile state. He saw you as someone worthy of so much and he hated when you got into your depressed states. He tried his best to build you up as much as he could, though some could argue that his methods were more-or-less tough love, but regardless the man adored you. Even if you rolled in mud and were covered head-to-toe in dog shit, he would still never view you as dirty. Kai held cleanliness next to godliness and you were a god(dess) to him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me angel”, he hummed, rinsing your hair off with the shower head.

You hummed in response, the warm water lulling you to sleep. “Too late…” you mumbled, and as soon as you said that you felt the shower head looming over you turn off and the sound of the bath tub being drained.

You were about to whine in protest when the same strong arms picked you back up and wrapped you into a warmed, soft towel.

“It is not good to fall asleep in the bath”, Kai scolded, wiping your body down and putting a new pair of clothes on you.

Once he was finished, you tried walking back to your bedroom, but he stopped you. “I am having your bedsheets changed currently so you cannot head back to bed yet. You can go once they are done.”

“Okay…thank you”, you said shyly.

Kai looked at you intensely for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/N, I do not mind taking time out of my day to take care of you”, he said slowly, pressing his lips against your wet hair. “You’re my everything angel, I want to make sure you are always okay”.

You nodded in response, “Thank you Kai…for everything”.

“I love you angel".

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Genesis: Chapter 11: The Search

How two brothers can take two opposite paths. How a man can be made into a monster and how the other must pay the ultimate price to save everything he knows and loves.

Or, alternatively:

The origins of All for One and One for All.

Previous Chapter

First Chapter

      “Where were you?” Tomura asked stiffly, knees drawn into his chest and back resting against the metallic back-bars of the bed. He held onto his own legs like a life-line. His steel gaze was on Hisashi, but he knew his eyes were distant. Relentless agony over several days does that to a person.

      “I got you your medicine,” Hisashi said awkwardly, depositing the crinkly prescription bag at the foot of the bed.

      Tomura was unimpressed, “Where’d you get the money?”

      His brother blinked, “I had some stashed away in case of an emergency, with how ill you’ve been I figured now would be the best time to use it,” he scratched the back of his neck in a pale imitation of nervousness, “it took a while to get your prescription filled, sorry.”

      A bitter taste flooded Tomura’s mouth. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t stupid, he knew his brother was probably lying to him. Before the incident with Bruce, he would have overlooked it, overjoyed that he’d get some relief from his own body. But after seeing the preeteen’s whimpering, curled form, he knew it had to stop before someone else got hurt. Hisashi looked like a mess, far more than he should have for a simple trip to CVS. His curly white hair stuck up in odd places, soot clung to his left cheek, and a nasty looking cut was crusting on his forehead. Even worse, one of his jacket sleeves was completely missing.

      “What happened?” Tomura asked, yawn drawn out of him, chronic illness wearing him thin. It was a lucky thing that most of the kids and staff were preoccupied with class, otherwise he wouldn’t have been the sole witness to his older brother crawling through the church window like a home invader.

      “I got mugged,” Hisashi said smoothly, “With how hard it is to get medicine these days, someone probably saw me leaving the pharmacy. I fended them off of course, but they got a few lucky hits in.”

      Tomura had seen his sibling fight before. No one ever got in lucky hits. “Why do you keep lying to me?”

      The teen had the audacity to look puzzled, tilting his head to the side like a kicked puppy - a strange look on someone so tall and gangly, “I’m not lying to you ‘mura, do you really not trust me? After all I’ve done for you?”

      He was too tired and sick for this shit. Tomura laid on his side and pulled the thin, cotton blanket over his head. Footsteps echoed through the room as Hisashi migrated to his own bed and rummaged through his things. He knew he should be grateful, but not knowing what his brother was up to, the terrible things that could be happening under the teen’s veneer of protectiveness, made him ill. At these thoughts, Tomura felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He pulled the blanket tighter around his body.

      Hisashi sighed, “At least take the medicine I got for you. I hate seeing you like this.”

      “Fine,” Tomura grumbled, poking his head out from under the covers.

      “So you can be reasonable!” Hisashi tried to tease as he measured out his brother’s dose. Tomura scowled, feeling his nose scrunch up as if he smelled something rotten.

      “Oh don’t be like that,” Hisashi huffed, “I even got you your favorite drink, see?” The teen held out a strawberry Ramune soda. Tomura perked up at that, but quickly reigned himself in. He was still angry at his brother. 

      The bed creaked as Hisashi sat down at Tomura’s side and passed him the medicine and soda bottle. The preteen stared at the beverage for a moment, before trying, and failing, to open it. Damn EDS, this wasn’t worth another dislocation. Hisashi must have noticed his struggling, because he quickly snatched the bottle from his hands and easily popped the marble inwards. The teen handed him back the drink and ruffled his hair. 

      Tomura popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it with one gulp of his soda, wincing at the carbonation but still savoring the sweet taste. “I didn’t know they had these at CVS,” he said.

      “I was surprised to see them too, I guess the pharmacy has gotten a lot more cultured,” Hisashi replied with a quirk of his lips.

      They fell into an uneasy silence, Tomura gazed into his bubbly pink drink, not wanting to look at his older brother. His left hand wandered to one of the many raw patches that had bloomed on his skin over the past week. What on Earth had his brother gotten himself involved in?

      “Are you mad at me?” Hisashi asked, Tomura didn’t need to look up to see the frown coloring his voice. Yes. He was angry, angry that his brother couldn’t trust him enough to tell him what was going on, angry that he was always kept in the dark, sheltered from what was going happening until it leaped up and punched him in the face. The anger was a simmering, burbling thing, caged in the space between his ribs and diaphragm. His grip on the Ramune tightened, knuckles white.

      Tomura swallowed, “Go get changed, you look homeless.”

                                                -@~*^*~@-

      The rest of the day was spent with Tomura staring up at the ceiling, and reading the few comics he owned for the dozenth time. He was bored. Hearing Hisashi get berated by the matron for sneaking out didn’t really count for entertainment. Even though he was irritated at his older brother’s deceit, he still didn’t want him to suffer. Belatedly, he realized that because Hisashi had been given intensive cleaning duty for the next week, his brother would spend his own birthday cleaning out the kitchen’s drip pans.

      Tomura turned onto his side. The medication helped. A lot. He was still in pain, obviously, and whenever he sat up too quickly he was overwhelmed with dizziness, but it was better than hurting so much he couldn’t think. Or a violent cacophony of color sparking under his eyelids when he was hit with another wave of anguish. Yay chronic pain. The church bells rang, signalling the end of the school day and causing Tomura to wince at the loud noise. It didn’t take long for his peers to flood into the room. His bed creaked as two people sat at his side. He fluttered open his eyelids.

      “Hey,” he croaked, greeting two of his friends. He noticed the tense look on their faces and felt his eyebrows knit together. Something was wrong, “Where’s Emrik?”

      Finn and Jonah exchanged glances. Finn turned a dull gray-blue, “We don’t know, he’s been missing all day. We tried to ask Mr. Stewart where he was but couldn’t get any answers.”

      Jonah harshly gripped Tomura’s bunched up bed sheets, “The matron said he got adopted, but that’s crap. No one wants to adopt us.”

      Tomura swallowed, he could see why. Mutants weren’t exactly popular right now. He was surprised that they were even able to talk to Mr. Stewart, he usually avoided the defective like a plague. “I could try to help look for him,” he suggested.

      Finn raised an eyebrow, turning yellow with surprise, “Absolutely not, especially with how sick you’ve been the past several days.”

      “I’m feeling better today!” Tomura protested, “Hisashi got me some medicine and I can probably at least walk. I have my braces.”

      His friends looked at eachother again, having a silent conversation. He really wished they’d stop doing that. “Fine,” Jonah conceded, “But we’re staying with you. If you get hurt your brother is going to kill us.”

      Finn shuddered, “Definitely would kill us.”

      “When’s the last time you guys saw him?” Tomura asked.

      The duo seemed to mull it over for a second, “When we were playing Sorry! last night,” Jonah answered, “I remember whooping his ass at the game.” Tomura felt a pang of jealousy at being excluded but shoved it down, now was not the time.

      “I think I saw him when we were heading to bed, he seemed to fall asleep with the rest of us,” Finn said, hand on his chin, eyes pointed upwards.

      “So he must have disappeared this morning or last night,” Tomura finished for them, “Hisashi was out late last night, I’ll have to ask him if he saw anything.”

      “What was he doing, by the way?” Finn asked, “The matron was ripping him a new one at lunch, I think the people all the way down in Mexico could hear her.”

      Tomura rolled his eyes, “Apparently he was out getting me my medicine and got mugged.” Jonah shot him a disbelieving look. In a silent reply he shrugged, making a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. Tomura sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, biting the inside of his cheek as his body screamed in protest, “Just let me get dressed and get my joint braces on and we can head out.”

      “Sounds good to me,” Jonah replied, “just try not to die on your way to the bathroom. I’ll pin the blame on Finn of course, but-”

      “Hey!” Finn yelped, indignant, before lightly smacking his friend on the shoulder. This escalated into playful roughhousing as Tomura got up.

                                                -@~*^*~@-

      The trio spent the rest of the afternoon combing the once-church grounds, only resting when they had dinner, and immediately setting out to search again. The sun was setting when Tomura was looking up into the bell tower’s scaffolding, which was cast into a beautiful orange glow.

      “This is a terrible idea,” Finn said, nervously hugging his arms to his chest.They were on the second floor, which housed the staff. It was normally barred to the orphans, and almost every room was locked. Tomura was surprised they were able to get up the stairs in the first place.

      “Shut up Finn,” snarked Jonah.

      “What if the matron catches us? Or worse-”

      Tomura scanned the scaffolding, he felt a smile on his face, “I think I know how to get up there.”

      “You mean how I’ll get there,” Jonah replied.

      Tomura ignored him and moved a potted plant off of a table that had been pushed against the wall. He reached up for the first part of the scaffolding, testing to see if it would hold his weight. It probably would. Probably.

      “We don’t even know if he’s up there!” Finn protested, face pinched with worry.

      “Well,” Tomura started, “I don’t think he’s up there either, but maybe going up somewhere high will help us see something we wouldn’t from the ground. I saw it in a comic book once.”

      Jonah rolled his eyes, “Just try not to hit the bells, we don’t need all of LA coming down on our heads,” he paused, “Besides, I want to go up after you.”

      “You’re both being stupid,” Finn hissed, reddening as he did so, “What if you fall?”

      Tomura shrugged, “It’s not that high up.” Finn looked like he wanted to scream. 

      He began to climb up the bleach-white scaffolding, pausing whenever it gave a dangerous creak. A grunt slipped out of his mouth when he leaned on his arm wrong, sending pain shooting through his body. It nearly caused him to slip, but luckily he was able to regain his balance. Finally, after what felt like ages, he reached the top and propped himself up on the opening, legs dangling out over the slanted roof.

      “Wow,” Tomura breathed. It was beautiful. The rolling, golden hills of Los Angeles gleamed with the light of dusk. Distant car lights filled the main roads, making them look like gleaming candy canes. The various graffitied factories that filled their little industrial district bellowed black fog from their smokestacks that wrapped and joined together in the sky. The golden hour cast everything in shades of pinks, yellow, and red, and he found himself unable to take it all in, even though their neighborhood was far from photogenic.

      So absorbed was he in the view that he nearly fell off of the ledge when Jonah called up to him, “Do you see anything up there ‘mura?”

      Oh, right. He was supposed to be looking for clues. His dark eyes scanned the area around the orphanage grounds. Tomura frowned. “I don’t see anything weird!” he called.

      “Well then let me-”

      “Actually,” He said, cutting Jonah off, “I think I see a cleaning company van parked on the side of the road, you think Matron Abra is finally cleaning this place up? I’ve started naming the cockroaches that live in our room.”

      “Ew,” Finn blanched.

      “That doesn’t help us find Emrik,” Jonah huffed, “Now climb down from there, I want to see.”

      Tomura made his way down, feeling his stomach drop when he saw just how far up he climbed. Oops. No wonder Finn was so worried. His feet landed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. Wordlessly, Jonah began to climb up the scaffolding, taking a slightly different route than he did.

      “What was it like up there?” Finn asked, his voice a low whisper.

      “It was nice,” Tomura replied, “Are you sure you don’t want to go up there next?”

      Finn shook his head, “I’ll leave the climbing to you guys, I’ve never liked heights.”

      “Yeah, I don’t see anything,” Jonah called down to them, “I thought you were just blind but I guess this is a dead end.”

      “Where do you think Emrik could have gone?” Tomura whispered to Finn.

      “I don’t know,” the boy replied, “Maybe he really did get adopted.”

      Jonah climbed down to the floor besides them, “No idea, but if he did get adopted I doubt they were doing it for good reasons. Maybe it was the man the Matron has us see sometimes?”

      Tomura tilted his head, giving the reptilian a quizzical look, “What man?”

      Finn blinked with surprise, “You guys don’t see him too? Must be a mutant thing.”

      Jonah gave him the side eye, “Anyways, whenever we’ve been acting up too much the matron has us see some man in a lab coat for a check up and to run some weird tests. It’s nothing really crazy, just uncomfortable.-”

      The boys froze as the stairs creaked behind them. Jonah quietly swore.

      “Run?” Finn whispered.

      “Run.” Jonah agreed.

      The trio fled down the hall and shoved themselves into a dark janitor’s closet. It smelled terrible, like excrement mingled with barely used cleaner. Jonah and Finn quietly bickered and Tomura shushed them as footsteps tapped down the hallway towards the preteens. Panic seized his throat as he remembered the potted plant abandoned on the hall floor. A click of porcelain on wood. 

      “Well that’s odd,” he heard the matron murmur. “Is anyone there?” she called.

      Tomura tightly gripped one of his friends’ hands. They were clammy with sweat. The floorboards creaked as she paced up and down the hall, doors clicking and groaning as she looked in various rooms. Silently, he prayed that she wouldn’t check the closet, that she would just pass them by. She stopped in front of the door, heeled shoes casting shadows through the sliver of light underneath it. His heart dropped in his stomach as the doorbell slowly turned. This is it, he thought, this is the moment we’re completely screwed.

      The church bells rang, signalling curfew. The matron walked away from the janitor’s closet and went down the stairs, probably to corral the other orphans. Tomura let out a sigh of relief.

      “I told you so,” Finn muttered, though it came out as more of a whimper. Jonah thwacked him upside the head, causing him to squeak with surprise.

A/N:

Unfortunately, it looks like Tumblr’s new post editor (that’s currently in Beta) might have a character limit added to text posts. Hopefully that’s not carried over onto the final release, but if it is chapters posted on here will just be AO3 links. Until then, I’ll just do what I’ve been doing! I almost didn't put a chapter out today, but I managed to get everything finished in the knick of time, thankfully. I might (?) take a week long break because school is burning me out, but it depends on how I'm feeling. Zoom University is exhausting, lmao. As always, feedback is appreciated! 

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Comfort Zone Pt. 2, a Shigaraki & Toga Fic

Sorry it’s not exciting, but here’s the rest. For anyone who hasn’t read the beginning, find Part 1 here or on my Ao3 account. 

Rating: T and up

Words: 1,936

Warnings: Swearing, blood, canon-typical disturbing thoughts and imagery

Several seconds slipped past and he thought his first apology had gone to waste. Then, a messy bun peeked back out past the edge of the window. Just enough face to let one wide, gold eye peer at him followed. Tomura’s nerves demanded he say something, anything, but his better instincts told him to keep quiet and still. Patience paid off; the girl emerged halfway, gaze now curiously flitting all over him.

“Are leaders of villain gangs supposed to apologize?” she said.

Scanning each of her facial features, Tomura detected no hint of being fucked with. On the contrary—she practically hung out of the sill in anticipation of an answer. He scowled behind Father and picked at a scab on the side of his neck.

“I don’t know. Or care. What’s the point of being a villain if I’m just going to follow the same shitty rules under a different label?’

Toga’s attention landed on his busy fingers. Her metallic eyes glazed over and a blush flared in her cheeks. Ah, right. Her quirk involved drinking blood and right now his skin down to his collarbones was tacky with it. Did it call to her like destruction did to him? With an effort he made sure not to show, Tomura relocated his fingers from picking away at his neck to tapping on the metal mesh underneath him. Toga’s gaze, however, remained glued in place.

“Did I wake you up?” he said, hoping that breaking the silence would do the same for whatever spell she was under.

Success. She blinked, refocusing on Father. “Hm? Oh, no. I came out here to—yeah, that’s right!” Flashing a dainty set of fangs in a delighted grin, she disappeared inside once more. Tomura caught the faint clatters and thumps from boxes being rummaged through before Toga returned. She swung her legs out first, the rest of her body shimmying out after. Even in her excitement she moved silently, not getting so much as a squeak from the fire escape when her small frame settled onto it. Tomura analyzed each movement, noting the angles of her joints, how she distributed weight, the order she moved her limbs. He could be stealthy when he tried, but Toga flowed naturally, without thought. No doubt her victims never saw her coming unless she wanted them to.

“Ta-da!” She held up the reason that had brought her outside for his inspection.

Tomura tilted his head. “A bird feeder?”

“Yup! I know it’s against city ordinance, but…villainy, right?” She offered another toothy smile. Giggling, she hung the little ceramic dish of seeds from the edge of the platform above. Her cheeks glowed pink again as she gave it a gentle push with a finger, setting it to swinging.

“I love the little birdies. They’re so soft and warm and cute.” She wiped away a trickle of drool from the corner of her smile on the sleeve of her sweater. Tomura wondered just how many knives she hid under the bulky fabric.

“Can you turn into one?” He knew what her files from the National Quirk Database said, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have manifested new abilities that went unreported.

She shook her head, eyes on the feeder but dreamy, looking inward rather than out. “I wish. Life would be so easy then. I could fly anywhere, see anyone without being chased or told what to do.”

“If that’s what you want, why come here?” Not that he wanted her to leave, not anymore, but Tomura needed to understand. If this whole League of Villains thing was going to move beyond being just a stupidly named front he needed more than throwaway NPCs. He had to grasp what made each member of his party tick, what they were after, in order to make the most of their skills. And, when the time came, he needed to be sure whether he could rely on them to see a mission through.

Think of this another way. As a show of trust.

Beneath Father’s waxy grip Tomura’s face had to be even pinker than Toga’s. Eventually, the emotional charge would deplete from the memory. He just wished there were some way to speed up the process.

“It is easier,” Toga answered him. The daydreaming fog had cleared from her eyes. They settled on him, bright, gold, intense, like tiny twin suns. “I can’t do the things I like alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Everyone treats me like I’m strange or stupid—or both. Why? Because I stopped following the same old scripts as them? Because I don’t drag my feet through the same boring steps?”

Probably more because she killed people to suck their blood, but Tomura kept quiet. It amounted to the same reactions from society, he supposed.

“Well, I can’t be what they want. I won’t!” She huffed and hunkered down next to him, hugging her knees and glaring at the brick wall across the way. “I’m too full of life to pretend to be like them. I have too much love to let it go to waste. You and Mr. Stainy showed me that.”

Tomura’s spine straightened. He stared at her in disbelief. “What?”

A sharp, almost sly smile slid across Toga’s face. “I know you don’t like hearing about Stainy…but you’re more alike in some ways than you want to admit.” She giggled even though his hands twitched with momentary thoughts of murder. “Don’t look so grumpy—you know it’s true, otherwise you wouldn’t be so annoyed. Anyway, the League got a lot of stuff right that my poor Stainy missed.”

That soothed the sting. “Such as?”

Her hand flapped back and forth in the space between them. “This! Mr. Stainy thought he could change things all on his own. I mean, he did, a little bit, but only around the city. You think they’re talking about him out in Osaka? Hokkaido? Ha! Nevermind outside Japan.” One by one, she ticked off points on her fingers. “He doesn’t have anyone to bust him out of Tartarus. No one’s going to carry on his work except random fanboys. The public only cares that he looks cool and really has no idea what he stood for, so they’re not really changed by what he did. As far as the world is concerned, his fifteen minutes is over.” With a mournful sigh, she picked at a loose thread along her sweater’s hem. “My poor, silly Stainy. It takes more than belief to pull off a revolution.”

Tomura mulled her observations over, rubbing at the patches of dried blood crusted over his collarbones. Sensei had been right once again; the League was born from his suggestion that Tomura start gathering followers. Railing against hero society wouldn’t get results. He had to seek out those whose skin itched with the same murderous rage, crawled with the same hatred. Banding together, attacking as one, that was their only chance—and where most villains failed.

Stain may have turned up what was left of his nose at working with the League, but he’d wound up laying the groundwork of a recruitment drive for them at least. The clouds of resentment thinned enough for Tomura to finally see Kurogiri’s wisdom on that point as well as not driving Toga or Dabi away. Maybe he’d even admit it to the nagging old ink blot. The phantom of a smile possessed his mouth, faintly pulling at the corners.

“Why do you cover up with this thing?”

Surfacing from his thoughts, Tomura’s breath caught in his throat. Toga had reached out when his guard had fallen, only centimeters from giving Father an inquisitive poke. He twisted away, grabbing her wrist with his first two fingers and thumb.

“Don’t.” Taking a deep breath to shift his pulse down a few gears, he eased his grip somewhat. “My sensei gave them to me so I’d always remember my purpose. So the feelings that keep me striving toward it don’t fade.”

Tilting her head, the long look Toga gave him held more appraisal and speculation than any love-crazy teen girl supposedly had a right to. When she gently tugged her hand back, Tomura let her without a fight. He had to tamp down the impulse to let his own settle at his neck under her scrutiny.

“Sorry. I won’t touch them if it’s important,” she said at last. Her usual persona fell back into place as she wrinkled her nose. “It’s a shame, though. I bet you’re really pretty under there—especially with those red eyes of yours. They match your scratches. Not my type maybe, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate these things.”

This girl had developed a serious knack for dropping opinions like anvils on his head. Through his shock, though, Tomura had the urge to ask if she was sure. How could she tell? Would anyone else think so? In the momentary lapse of rational thought he even considered removing Father to let her have a proper assessment. Midoriya Izuku had already seen it, after all. Dabi had touched it, for fuck’s sake. But no…making mistakes didn’t give him a free pass to keep blundering ahead. He needed to get a grip. Until he fully trusted these lunatics Giran had showing up on his doorstep he wouldn’t reveal himself again. Only once they’d proved their worth.

“The last thing I need is for some hero to think I’m ‘pretty’,” he muttered.

Grin stretched ear to ear, Toga cupped her ruddy cheeks in her hands. “You never know. You could conquer the world by making it fall in love with you, one person at a time.”

Scoffing, Tomura folded his arms across his chest to keep from clawing his neck in a panic. She couldn’t have seen him and Dabi downstairs. And it wasn’t like her quirk would let her smell anxiety or endorphins or whatever the fuck, right? Right?

“Welp, I better get to the rest of my to-do list. I still got lots of stuff to arrange.” Standing, Toga straightened and dusted off her skirt before beaming down at him like a psychotic cherub. “Don’t be a stranger, Tomura-kun! Knock on my door or window whenever you want to chat or hang out.”

“Hang…out?” The words were almost too alien to manage.

“Sure! After all, we’re friends now. ‘Night!” She wriggled back through the window, closing it and the subject before he could stammer another word out.

Tomura found himself lost in the middle of a no man’s land on the borders of irritated, alarmed, and completely blindsided. “Friends.” He scratched below his eye, between Father’s stiff fingers. “Just like that, huh?”

He was supposed to be their leader, not friend. Supposed to, but then again…villainy. Breaking the mold. Sensei had told him he could do as he pleased.

After double checking Toga’s window remained closed, the blinds down, Tomura carefully removed Father so he could scratch with impunity. He paused a few seconds in, deliberating. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out Dabi’s little gift. He turned the small jar around and around, over and over, while his mind did the same with the night’s events. Well over half an hour later, his hands stilled. Slowly, he unscrewed the lid. The salve was cool against his fingers and face in a way entirely different from wearing Father. Different…but not bad. Not exactly.

He had almost no experience coexisting with others. Even less about leading them, interacting, building the foundations of a lasting arrangement.

Slipping the jar back into his pants pocket, however, Tomura thought he might like to try.

How much do we actually know about Shigaraki Tomura, and how much is just implication? And can we truly trust what we have been shown?

As odd as it is, I feel like the more we learn about him, the more questions are brought up. And while a lot of this may be old news on unsurprising to must of us, all well as basic ‘well of course that applies to him’ info, it’s still worth sitting down and evaluating how much is actually true. I probably missed some things, and will update when new info comes up!

WHAT WE KNOW IS TRUE:

Shigaraki Tomura is the name given to Shimura Tenko, grandson of All Might’s teacher Shimura Nana. He was taken in by AfO, who killed his grandmother, and was raised to become his successor so as to cause All Might to most possible pain. (source: ch 88, 92, 222)

He’s 20 years old, was taken in as a child, and at 14 experienced the aftermath of his Sensei being beaten at the hands of All Might, and in turn saw  his Sensei receiving irreplaceable damage. (source: ch 1, 220)

He has countless scars across his face; a group surrounding his eyes, one down his left eye, and one down the right side of his mouth. He’s had them since before AfO took him in, so they’re most likely from either earlier in his childhood, or from whatever event traumatized him and killed his family. (source: ch. 222)

He wears what he believes/are actually the disembodied hands of his family, which he murdered as a child. Flashbacks of his family include his parents, a little girl, and a corgi, although it’s never stated these flashbacks truly correspond with his family. There are additional, unaccounted for, hands, which he wears alongside his family as part of his villain costume. He treats his ‘family’ with genuine care, apologizing to them and making sure they’re safe; at the same time, for all the peace they bring him, there’s a sense of horror and pain. (source: USJ, ch 85, 220, 222)

He’s incredibly intelligent, and usually when his plans fail it’s because of unpredictable factors (Deku distracting them at USJ, Katsuki’s stubbornness and unique ideals + Momo’s tracker, etc). He successfully managed to use Stain’s ideals for his own benefit despite hating him, and duped the 8POD into trusting the League before stabbing them in the back and taking what he needed from them. (source: a lot)

Moral ideals and grand plans personally mean nothing to him, and he’s shown disinterest for such ideas from the beginning by making his speech at USJ and then nonchalantly agreeing it was bullshit, and his hatred and lack of understanding of Stain’s ideals and popularity.  He’s even outright said he doesn’t want power or authority, but instead wants to simply destroy. (source: his USJ speech, ch 69, 222)

He wants to kill everything he doesn’t like, including All Might. Shigaraki is cruel, violent, and driven by a mix of anger, emptiness, and hatred. This has always been the case, and chapter 222 has gone ever further in explaining how he deals with his feelings. AfO fostered his trauma and its effects, and taught him how to use them so he directs his pain out against the world. The exact reasons behind and mechanics of how this happens is still uncertain, but nonetheless interesting to look into. (source: ch 69, 88, literally every appearance he’s in)

Shigaraki is dealing with trauma and mental illness, and received little to no help for coping with it. The exact nature of his mental illness is unclear - there have been lots of interesting options people have talked about that are worth bringing up, such as depression, OCD (plus excoriation disorder for scratching at his neck), BPD, PTSD, and autism, but in the end it’s hard to say anything more definitive than ‘some mental illness’ - and the range and scope of his trauma is hard to know, but it’s still safe to say he’s dealing with both. From the way AFO and the doctor treat his breakdown after seeing his ‘families’ remains’, it’s clear they care little to none about his actual wellbeing, and instead want to use his trauma to their advantage. (source: ch 222, general traits in all his appearances)

We know Shigaraki’s own understanding of his childhood, and that his trauma shaped the person he is now in current chapters.  He has fragmented memories, rage associated with them, and a nauseous calm he has from wearing his family on him. Even while going about for non-villainous activities, such as when he ran into Midoriya at the mall, he’s still shown to have Father with him. Upon losing Father, he shows excessive stress.  That said, he’s started to wear Father less while around the League, although we don’t know what caused him to do so. It could be a tactical bid to make them trust him, or that he depends on them less when with his colleagues, or that he himself trusts his colleagues, etc. Either way, he still takes great care to protect his ‘family’ and make sure they’re on hand at all time in case something happens unexpectedly. (source: chs 18, 88 220 - 222)

The League is important to him, enough so that he’s willing to show trust in them and make exceptions in his goals to let them keep what they love. While there are different ways of explaining why he treats them with such care and freedom, it’s undeniable that he’s invested in all of them. (source: overhaul arc, ch 220 - 222)

Shigaraki is growing, learning, and coming into his own person the further along in Canon we go. While he started at USJ with using his allies as tools and canon fodder, now he takes time to individually connect with his teammates and look out for their wellbeing, even if we don’t know his emotional state behind doing this. He’s utilized his enemies ideologies for his own sake, and learned to manipulate the game to take advantage of his enemies, like how he tricked the 8POD before destroying them and stealing their quirk-erasing bullets. (source: overhaul arc, ch 85, 160)

He’s becoming the type of leader to go out in the field with his teammates, not just command from the shadows. While at USJ he was happy to abandon his minions, and at the training camp he stayed at the bar while the Vanguard Action Squad did the dirty work, by the time they faced off against Overhaul he’d be in the thick of it alongside his party, jumping off of moving trucks and including his team in his declarations, providing and proving a unified front. (ch 160, 220)

He’s also the type of guy to regularly speak in video game terms. I just think that’s neat.

WHAT IS FALSE:

‘Shigaraki is an immature whiny manchild.’ I’ll admit, he does act manic and childish about certain things in the beginning; at the same time, he’s shown a lot of maturity, intelligence, and self-awareness throughout the series. In fact I’d say he’s shown considerably more of those traits that a lot of the more central characters, considering how frequently cases of him growing and showing level-headed, calculated choices  despite are shown how little screen time Shigaraki has.

‘He has no social skills and doesn’t know how to interact in society.’ While Shigaraki clearly doesn’t care about fitting in or social norms, he’s shown time and again that he *knows how* to. He uses his words to win over Toga and Twice when they didn’t want to work temp for the 8POD. Even earlier, at Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall, he blends into the crowd and manages to not catch any suspicion despite actively threatening the life of a teenager. He’s the type to go out into society when he needs to calm down, despite hating everything about it; he don’t act antisocially, he just doesn’t show any respect or care for the norms he uses to blend in when needed.

‘He’s inherently broken.’ It’s been heavily implied that he was manipulated into his state since Kamino, but chapter 222 made is blatantly obvious: Shigaraki’s rage, his ideals, his cruelty, is all a product of his not getting enough help as a child and instead only having AfO and his followers to help him grow up around his trauma. 

‘Shigaraki is shallow, confusing, and doesn’t know what he’s doing’ His goals may seem empty and shallow, but given his backstory and trauma it makes a lot of sense and is quite reasonable. Not everyone can relate to the self-destructive feelings of emptiness he describes, but it truly shows that he is aware of what he’s doing, knows what his motivations are, and simply chooses not to care about the morality of consequences of his desires.  Despite being clearly manipulated by AfO, he’s not a mindless shell without agency. He’s grown, and even though what he’s becoming is what AfO likely hoped for him to be, he’s still able to make his own decisions. The emptiness he feels is not his fault, but he is still able to look at his feeling and, using what he knows, choose where to go from there. He may be a victim, but he’s still a villain, and a rather self-aware and content one. He wants to destroy everything, he knows why he wants to destroy it, and that is more than enough for him. 

‘Shigaraki actively wants to heal and do better.’ Perhaps deep down what he wants is something softer, to find people to care about, to feel peace and happiness. Perhaps he wants to get rid of the emptiness, to ‘feel good’ again. But perhaps not. If he does care, it’s not like he’s putting any stock in that desire. As the adult he is now, he’s content with being cruel. He’s shown no remorse, and no desire for healing or redemption. Every living thing bothers him, so why not destroy it? It’s not like he cares about the consequences.

WHAT IS UNCERTAIN:

How much of his childhood memory is accurate? From right when I first read the chapter something seemed really off, and the many many meta (too many for me to link all of them) about this seem to agree; the facts don’t all add up, and there’s more going on in his past than even Shigaraki himself may be aware.

On that note: we don’t know if he cares about whether his memory is tampered with, or whether he is even actually ignorant about the fact. Shigaraki is content in his hatred, and truly believes he is right to do so; why should he care if it was intentionally created by his Sensei?  Perhaps learning the truth would ruin Shigaraki, putting him at odds with AfO and maybe even redirecting his anger towards the one who raised him. Or maybe learning the truth would be a non-issue, because he believes the conclusions he’d drawn are still true even if they were caused by manipulation. It could even be that Shigaraki already suspects it was altered in some and simply doesn’t care. At this point it’s too early to tell.

What was his family like before AfO found him? Some people believe he was abused by his birth family, others that he had very loving and kind family (and perhaps was forced to torture or kill them). Shigaraki himself said that he has only fragments of memory from when he was young, that he so there’s no way of knowing. We also can’t truly know if he would feel any differently now if he found out one or the other to be true. 

When did Kurogiri come into his life, and how complicit was he in Shigaraki’s abuse and manipulation? While clearly not a ‘father/mother figure’ like fanon likes to portray him, we still don’t know when he joined, what type of relationship they had, and how much interaction they had before planning the attack on USJ. To be honest, we don’t know much of *anything* about Shigaraki’s life with AfO.

How did AfO treat Shigaraki long term after taking him in? Was it with a false nurturing persona, to make Shigaraki dependent on him? Did he constantly put Tomura into dangerous situations to make him prove himself and grow, much like what he’s putting Shigaraki through even now that he’s in jail? Did Shigaraki have any outside contact with the world beside AfO, the Doctor, and potential Kurogiri/other minions as well?

Where exactly does Shigaraki’s rage come from? While he clearly believes it’s towards the world, and hates pretty much everything, it’s hard to say where exactly it originate from aside from general trauma. Is it truly towards society and the people in it, like he says? And if it is, *why* does he hate them so much? Perhaps it’s hatred towards a world he doesn’t deserve and can never be a part of. Or hatred towards himself, spreading out past his own self and infecting the rest of the world so that he hates all living things. Maybe it’s even hatred towards AfO, who never let him heal all so that he could become a weapon. Still, it could be from a genuine hatred for society that failed to save, manipulated by AfO until he couldn’t feel anything beyond it. Personally, I think it’s a mix of many of those things, all combining into a mess he’s not sure how to explain but has nonetheless come to terms with and accepted. Either way, as with many of the other things here, it’s too soon to tell.

How does he truly feels about his companions? Does he genuinely care about them? Tolerate and respect them, but only on a professional level? Or does his hollow hatred extend to them as well, and he treats them with respect in order to maintain their respect? Clearly he values them in some way, but how can we know if its more than instrumental value? I’d personally say one of the first two is most likely, but there’s still no actual way of knowing. 

How does he truly feel about himself? If he content with who he is, or just grudgingly accept it because he knows no alternative? Is his hatred of the world simply hatred of himself directed outwards? Or does he truly care for himself, and want to destroy for more direct reasons?

How exactly does his quirk work? Whenever he decays someone it still leaves blood behind, so does it not work on liquids? Or, since him decaying a piece of clothing does not automatically spread to the person under it, does it only work on one type of substance at a time and blood is considered different enough from the rest of the body to not be affected?  In USJ he managed to decay Aizawa’s elbow before his quirk stopped. With Overhaul he cut off his arm to prevent his quirk from spreading across his whole body. So did perhaps Erasure save Aizawa’s life because Decay’s progression was reliant of Shigaraki’s continued quirk factor even after the fact of it being activated? Or was Shigaraki bluffing with Overhaul, to be more cruel? Has he learned to control his quirk with more finesse over time?  Or was it something planned by AfO, just another thing to change him from Tenko to Tomura?  Is his quirk even his own?

So in the end, who is Shigaraki Tomura? I don’t know, but I hope we’re going to learn more.

What’s your Deepest Thought-Part 3/???

Warning: This fanfic uses the Dabi is Toyua Theory also Angst 

Dabi sits on the floor while he holds Y/N's body. "It looks like burn marks are gone" Dabi looks up Toga with a sorta worried expression, "Wow Dabi you seemed worked up over this new girl doncha think?" he scoffs at the schoolgirl "Don't get your hopes up Toga" Toga beams as light radiates off of her "Maybe it's love~! It has to be right, Tomura!. Shigaraki is at his computer playing an RPG  currently he's fighting a boss and he's destroying it, "Yeah....it does seem like Dabi as a soft spot for the newbie". Dabi stands up and walks to the door, Twice throws his hands up in the air "Annnnnd where are you going Dabi !?! please don't leave!". "That's none of your concern just watch over the kid, I won't be long" and with that Dabi leaves the hideout and walks off to who knows where. A few minutes go by as you slowly open your eyes as you start to hear the thoughts of the league members. You hear a girl "Hmm~ her ears were bleeding I wonder what she tastes like~" after hearing that Y/N hops up and quickly backs up into a corner. "D-Don't eat me!" Toga tilts her head. "Eat you? don't be silly! I wouldn't eat you but cut you up and watch you bleed!" Y/N looks around scanning, the room, "W-Where is Dabi?" Kuroguiri puts his hand on Y/N shoulder. "Dabi has stepped out momentarily he'll be back". Y/N takes a deep breath as she holds Kuroguiri's hand. "Why would-" she thinks back to when Dabi was thinking about the sports festival and thinks back to what he said, " I'm going to look for him ". Twice jumps in front of Y/N "BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS!!!" suddenly tears shoot of his mask  "HE'S GONE FOR GOOD!".  Toga comforts Twice by hugging him tight "Awww you just miss him don't worry he'll be back",  " Don't worry I know where he is..." Y/N says that as he walks towards the door. Toga and Twice wave at Y/N and she does the same then leaves. "Come back not dead ok!~" Y/N walks through japan as she looks for Dabi, bumping into people as while she wanders the streets. " So many people...so many...voices..." she digs through her pockets searching for her phone but feels nothing "No No No No NO! Where is it! No no DAMMIT! Y/N covers her ears as through a crowd of people crossing the street "Shut up Shut up Shut up!" Y/N's mind starts racing as she thinks of the worst things possible without her phone. Without it, she won't be able to watch Stains video how will she feel ok in tight spaces with the words of true hero giving her hope but most of all....what about her father.   After many minutes she runs into a nearby building, she walks in she sees that there are many chairs scattered around the room with people sitting in some of them. "Excuse me, miss? are you ok?", Y/N turns around and see's a lady wearing a mask.  "Are you a nurse..this is a hospital?" the nurse's thoughts flow through Y/N " Well no shit dumbass I'm a nurse geez who let his stupid bitch in here?". Y/N stares at the nurse, clenching her fist "You wanna say that again" the nurse rightfully confused scratches her head "Hm I did say anything" Y/N continues to walk onward ignoring the nurse while she's walking she's trying to pinpoint Dabi's thoughts " Where is he why can't I hear him...He's here I know it but why would he come to the hospital unless... does this have something to do with the Todoroki kid-" then in a blink of an eye someone pulls Y/N into the nearest room. "Let me GO! Let me Go", "Woah Woah Woah calm down Doll!" he turns Y/N around revealing himself to her. "What the hell are you doing here", "I was looking for you, the other league member said you stepped out and-" Dabi snaps at her " I don't need to be looked for like a lost child I'm fine by myself this isn't anything new". Y/N looks down "I was worried about you...with what happened in the elevator" Dabi sits in a chair and stares out the window "Yeah yeah I know burn you a little but you're a tough doll you'll be ok". Y/N focused her eyes on Dabi, "You know that's not what I'm talking about! Dabi no Touya! You're connected to the  Number 2 pro hero Endeavor, aren't you! Dabi sits there at the moment he's scratching his neck. "For a girl that only talks to herself, you never seem to mind your business" "I just thought that there's no need to dance around the truth since I can just hear what you think, I know that you aren't that type of guy and that you rather get straight to the point". Dabi smirks just as he rolls his eyes " You don't know me Doll but I know you pretty well" he takes a phone out of his pocket once he's done that he waves the phone back in forth. "Were you looking for this?". Y/N looked pleased to see her phone " DABI YOU FOUND IT! oh thank god I thought I'd lost it forever! I was gonna go crazy without it, can I have it back please"," No that won't be happening, what's with you and Stains video? the number of times you watched this thing you might as well gave it millions of view just on your own, trust me I believe in his ideals but I don't praise them like a religion". Y/N blushes as this is the first time someone called her out for watching Stains video, "Well it gives me all the motivation I need to be a villain! and plus... when I'm in a crowded area or in a room full of people hearing all of those thoughts there too much to handle but when I listen to stains words...it makes me feel calm and everything else fades away." Dabi gets slowly started to get filled with rage, "That's fucking stupid" "HUH?!!! HOW" Dabi stands up from the chair but in the prosses making it fall as he does so. "If this phone were to break it means you lose all purpose of being a villain that's what you're telling me" "T-that's..." Y/N stands there unable to respond because when thinks about if the video wasn't a thing if she never saw the video she would never be where she is now. "That doesn't matter so what if it is" Dabi raises his voice, " OF COURSE IT DOES YOU IDOT" and with that statement said Dabi throws Y/N phone to the floor it starts to crack and chip away as it reaches the floor completely breaking. The room falls silent. As Y/N looks at her broken phone her world crumbles apart, she thinks back to when she was young and she had a conversation with her dad back to when times were simpler. "Y/N I know what having this power may be hard and it will hurt a lot but I'm gonna tell you how to stop all of the pain" Y/N dad pats her head "It's love. When Mommy and Daddy go do hero stuff Daddy can't help put to hear all those people, Japan has so many people with thoughts rushing every day but the one thing that keeps me focused and quiets out all the noise of the world is your mom. I know one day you'll find someone that will be your sound". Dabi grabs Y/N's shoulders " A video shouldn't be what give you meaning! it should be the league! You shouldn't have to look towards some video to feel safe and ok you should be looking for me! Hearing those words snapped you back to reality as you stare up at Dabi blushing as your chest feels warm and your eyes begin to get puffy. "Are you crying!? what the do-" Without a second thought, you grab onto Dabi hugging him tight as you sob in his chest. Dabi stands there for s second deciding what he should do before deciding to hug you back. "You're gonna be a handful huh... it's fine, I like how you keep me on my toes kid" Suddenly the door opens "I'm not interrupting anything am I Touya?" "No No Mom you're fine I was just about to leave until my little friend here  came over, well leave I don't wanna bother you Rei holds Dabi's hand "See you is never a bother you know that Touya" Dabi looks down at you and then sighs, "Sorry I'm gonna have to call the visit short I kinda got my hands full" he says that as he pats your back. "Ok make sure you use the exit next time and stop using the window to get in you'll get caught", Dabi smiles as he has already opened the window with Y/N on his back. "Me? get caught? I think you confused me with Natsu". Rei stares at the amaryllis flowers that Endeavor dropped off last month, one of the flowers has wilted with a single red petal while the other flower next to it is in full bloom with it all its petals showing off a blue color Rei thinks about Toyua and how he has changed after all these years. "Toyua.....is dead..." Dabi stares at Rei stunned. "I can't wait for your next visit Dabi' Rei gives her "new friend" a warm smile. Without saying anything Dabi takes to the streets with Y/N on his back. "You feeling ok Doll?" his voice calm and clear you can tell from his voice that you're his biggest concern at the moment. "I'm feeling ok now that you're here..". You think back to what Dabi said...maybe stains ideals..wasn't the best way to relieve your problems. "Dabi I-" He cuts you off, "I meant what I said back there about the whole Stain thing...Look Stain failed as a hero and as you can see he failed as a villain but I won't because I'm with League and because I'm with you we're a team. WE will change society you won't be alone I'll be there to make sure all these heroes hear your voice, so don't have any doubts". There it is that feeling again, the feeling of warmth...could it be his quirk that's taking my breath away no this feeling is stronger than a quirk... but I can't find the words. "Since when did you get so sweet Dabi?" Dabi tries to hide his smirk, " Don't get too excited all you did was catch me on a good day be careful Icarus don't fly to close to the sun " Y/N starts freaking out, "HUH WHAT'S THAT'S SUPPOSE TO MEAN! CAN'T YOU BE NICE FOR MORE THAN 2 SECONDS I MEAN SERIOUSLY YOU THINK YOU KNOW A GUY BUT THEN HE'S A TOTAL DIC-" Dabi snickers to himself, "Man I love how chaotic you are" he sighs "Too bad it's the only thing you got going for you" You stare at Dabi with murderous intent. "Calm down Doll that was a joke, of course, there are other things about you that many men (Not saying myself) would like about you like how weird you are." "DABI!" "Ok Ok I'm sorry for real, Hows you head do I have cut through an alleyway if there too many voices" The voices, talking with Dabi let alone being near Dabi you don't even hear the other around you. For the first time, you hear silence no for the first time it's just you and Dabi and with that, you are completely overwhelmed with emotions all you can do is cry as you clench Dabi's coat. "You really are gonna be a handful huh?" he smiles "Just how I like it totally chaotic.  You really something special Doll I must've got the limited edition!" "Dabi...Touya is till there right he's not gone you are him...yes you have moved on with your life and you changed but that doesn't stop what you once were...maybe the time I asked this last question wasn't clear... " As the world you have known filled your head with thoughts and questions finally one else feels your pain, Dabi stands there looking down waiting for her questions "What's your deepest thought, tell me about feeling that you never experienced before..." Dabi looks up at the night sky as he continues to walk forward,"My deepest thought huh...I think it's the thought....that I might be in love".