[𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖇𝖎 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘]

[Trust]

Yeah, another day, same story. This was already the third time this week with Dabi and Tomura being in the same janitor's closet. I know what you're thinking and as if. The two were great friends since High school, supporting and caring. Anyhow, shall we get back to the present?

"It's nothing really-"
Tomura said to the raven haired male who was obviously pissed. Dabi walked closer and aggressively pushed the light blue hair off the pale face. The third bruise of the week was placed right on bluenette's eye.
"Do you think I'm dumb?! He's cruel and pathetic.. And so are you! Since when do you hide these things to you friend?!"
The anger slowly dissappeared in the silence as a single tear started falling down the other's cheek.
"I'm sorry.."
"It's okay-"
"I'm sorry for being such a bad friend.."
"That's not true."
"I'm sorry for everything.!"
He finished and grabbed his bad, quickly running away. If Dabi didn't have a freshly made bruise from his father, he would run after him. He knew that his friend was sensitive on yelling so why did he do that? Anger? No. Bad temper? No.
He wiped his eyes and sat on the nearest table. He would sit on the chair but this was a hobby of his. After few moments door's quitely opened, reveling a short blonde girl with two messy buns. Her black glasses were revealing the golden eyes behind them.
"Are you okay?"
She said coming closer to the black haired male in front of her.
"Was it about Shigaraki? Don't worry about it, he'll get over it till tomorrow, like aways. Now don't let this ruin your mood! How about a coffee with me this evening?"
She smiled and grabbed his hand, running with him.

The other day Dabi didn't 'waste' his time on writing for Tomura. He just went past his house like they weren't even friends in the first place. But once he passed it, unlike the other 8 years of going to school with his friend, he felt bad. But he brushed it off his mind.
Tomura didn't show up at school, not helping the sadder looking turquoise eyes that were carefully giving their's attention to the nature outside the window. His hands were shaking even so slightly as he continued looking outside. Toga suddenly sat next to him and grabbed his hands.
"Is it about him? He's probably just at home skipping classes, I bet he wouldn't want you to worry about him."
"He doesn't skip classes."
"Do you know him that well? To predict his next moves?"
"Well-"
"Nobody knows him that, not even he himself."
"You're right."

A week's has passed and Dabi sat by himself in his house. It was weekend and Tomura hasn't been to school whole week. He could come and visit him but his ego told him otherwise. After a while of looking at the empty white wall, Dabi got up and dialed the number. It was unmistakably Tomura's. The phone rang for 2 seconds when Dabi clicked end the call.
"No, Toga was right, he is just skipping classes."
He mumbled and left his phone on the glass table. In that same minute, his phone started ringing. Dabi hurried to it, hoping it was the well know bluenette he so hoped to hear about, but it was just Toga.
"Yeah, Himiko?"
"Wanna come over at mine?"
"Sorry, I'm.. busy. Maybe next time."
He spoke and sat on the black sofa once more.

2 months.
2 months.
2 months.
2 months.
2 months.
2 months since he didn't speak or hear about him.
This time, Dabi actually wondered if he was okay. What if he was hurt while this time? But he would give him a call, right? Right?
"Don't stress about him, he maybe even moved to another place."
As much as he wanted to believe, he couldn't. After all, his father was alcoholic. Not that he was judging people like that but Tomura's father abused him, didn't have a job or will to do anything else than that.
On the other hand, Tomura got a job last year, maybe he got enough money to rent an apartment? Yeah, that's the case.
Anyhow, after Himiko's comforting the raven haired male, they eventually got together. Mostly Toga was into the relationship, since she was the only one actually calling him and being all so sweet. Dabi wasn't even sure if he liked the relationship, he never thought about it. Well, he though about Tomura. He missed his soft light blue hair and those red ruby eyes. He missed the way they would walk to school together, laughing and talking. And after all, he missed him, his personality.
"I'll call him."
Said Dabi all of sudden to Toga.
"Uhh- didn't you like.. Call him when you argued?"
"..."
"You are fricking stupid.. I though you called him.! Go and visit him right away!"
"But-"
"Not buts!"

Dabi walked out, mostly because of Toga pushing him out. He fixed his coat and started walking down the street. When he arrived, few blocks away, he locked on the doors three times. It was something he used to do when coming over at his place, so Tomura could know it was Dabi and not his dad. Doors suddenly opened to revel the black haired man standing. He had dark eye bags and sad look on his face. It was almost impossible to not know that this man was nobody else than Tomura's father, Kotaro.
"E-Excuse me, sir. But is Tomura here?"
The whole house gave that depressing vibes like the man at the doors himself.
"No.."
"Where is he then?"
The man looked down and spoke.
"He died a month ago."
"He had cancer since the year started, there wasn't anything doctors could do since we noticed too late.."
The doors closed, leaving Dabi alone next to the house. If he wasn't a jerk back then, he would still have time with him. If he only gave him a call after that day. Dabi sat on the bench nearby and looked down.
"If he just didn't lie about the bruises.."