Tomura Shigaraki x male reader

1.

Everything is so blurry. You are like a kitten who just opened his eyes for the first time. Walking through empty dark streets and breathing the moist air in, you feel like you're going to sober up soon. But this feeling is deceiving. You start to feel dizzy and your body shuts down on its own, when you inhale deeper. The last thing that flashes before your eyes is someone's red shabby sneakers.

You wake up because of someone poking your cheek with a finger. Hardly opened your eyes, you look around an unfamiliar place. It looks like a bar. Behind the bar a man, in a suit and with dark purple fog around his head, rubs another glass. A guy with light blue hair is sitting next to him. He has the same sneakers as you saw when you passed out. And there is a girl in a school uniform right in front of you. She smiles too happily at you and suddenly exclaims:

- Hey, he woke up!

A girlish loud squeaky voice causes a terrible pain in the temples, which makes you clutch your head. As soon as you get up your whole body starts to ache and your head splits.

- You better not get up. The hangover may not kill, but you still suffer.

The guy who said that sits at the next table. He doesn't look the most pleasant way. Dark hair, the skin of half of the face, neck and hands is damaged by burns and is attached to healthy skin with staples. His whole body is kept on the word of God, and it seems that the guy can disperse at any second like a lousy-stitched teddy bear. The guy sitting at the bar suddenly says:

- Give him some water already.

He doesn't even bother to look at you. His barely hoarseness voice is indifferent.

- Oh, you're so kind today, - the blond girl says, screwing up her sly eyes.

- Shut up, Toga.

With great effort you rise on your elbows and take a glass of water from the schoolgirl. Cleared your throat, you ask:

- Where am i? And who are you all?

- You're in a fucking bar with a bunch of scums whose ideology are dubious. And me. I'm Dabi, by the way.

He seems nasty to you. 'He looks and acts like a fuckboy' – you think.

- Uh... Ok, Why did you bring me here? You could've left me there on the sidelines like any other boozer.

- Ask our sweet boss. He brought you.

You guess he talks about the guy, who is sitting at the bar. He shudderes at such address. But he still doesn't turn to you, doesn't tell the reason why you are here now. Boss just gets up and, waved to you as a sign that you should follow him, he trudges with lazy steps to the only door leading from the bar. You two walk up the stairs and find yourself in, unsurprisingly, dark corridor. He leads you to a room at the end of the hallway and even opens a door for you to come inside. When he leaves, he says:

- Have a rest, I can't explain anything to you now.

You don't even have time to ask his name, as he already closes the door. Well, no one is waiting for you in your apartment, so there is no point in going back there. Looking around the room, you don't notice anything unusual. A small wardrobe with a mirror, a single window (because of which twilight reigns in the room), a table and a bed on which you immediately flop. You head still hurts and your eyes are already closing, so you just fall asleep. At this moment you don't care what can happen to you when you're defenseless like that.