The Rehab Project

Chapter 13

*What? Me? Skip right past a Tenko-Eri sibling plot and go straight to angst and trauma? nOooO-*
(On a real note, that was just for funsies. I like the dark trauma junk lots better.)

BZZ. BZZ.
The Girl in Gray picked up her phone, yanking her wig off of her head and tearing away the Wig Cap restraining her naturally beautiful hair. She read the notification as a sense of dread washed over her like a sea of blood and denial, drowning her in her wallowing shame. Yaoyurozu Momo it read, sent 5 seconds earlier.

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Yaomomo
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>Hey! We went ahead and started the movie a second ago-- it's in English, I hope that makes you feel better about not watching it? :p
Read.

Excuse you, MomoYao!! American movies are great, thank you very much! It'll only be a bit longer, we're almost done unpacking!! #superexcited<

>Yeah, yeah, we know. Listen, Mina-San is bringing out the Popcorn, I gotta go. Hope your Gramma likes her new home, and see you soon!! <3

Read.
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Scoffing, she left the conversation at that. Lying was something she was good at, yes, but it didn't mean she wore a smile while doing it. "Besides," She once thought, the first time she'd gotten herself into this mess, "I have an ugly smile anyways."

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As the blonde former-hero quietly shut the Dorm's door, he prayed that he was stealthy enough to get back to his room. Setting his shoes at the door, and juggling his Phone with his Coat, he tiptoed back to his bedroom.

Once inside, he locked the door, sighing and breathing in the cool air from the fan above. "Flying Ceiling Tit" as Dabi once called it. You can only imagine how wasted he was when he made that comment, no excuse to a round of bullying about it every time the League saw a Ceiling Fan. Shaking away the warm memory, he switched the light on, revealing a mess of a man lying on his bed.
Keigo sighed. "We agreed not to do that 'till we're out, dipshit. Get off or move over." He half-heartedly groaned. Dabi scoffed, shoving his hands under his head for support.
He watched as the Velvet Winged man changed into something else- preferably something that didn't smell like a house fire, nor resemble one. Keigo smiled and turned out the light once more, walking towards his Long-Lost best friend. He climbed onto the bed, finding that he'd sat himself on hop of Dabi's hips. Dabi smiled menacingly, and Keigo smirked, rolling to the left of his Lover to finally sleep after what felt like years. Heavy, coarse arms rested around him, into a protective and possessive embrace. Here, in this state, he felt warm and needed. He let the blackness take him, as everything slowly lost colour to the realm of rest.

The blackness faded into a scene of nightmares. The air felt hot, the atmosphere thin. He could almost feel the monster's touch again, as he lay unable to move, only able to watch. He watched as a fiery pit in the shape of a man beat and broke the silhouette of a Velvet-Winged hero. He watched as that hero was grabbed, dragged, beaten, burned, and assaulted, all in meer minutes. He felt every burn and bruise deep in his soul, his body aching and begging for death. Time passed slower here, in this realm of unforgiving trauma. In the corner, almost hidden by deep Crimson air, he saw the faces, faces he saw every time he came here. He saw a woman with hair of snow, tired and worn, staring at the scene of massacre. He saw a boy with a scar on his face, and he, too, stared at the scene he seemed so familiar with. He saw a man with White hair, faded black with ash. He smiled, watching from afar. His eyes were bleeding, he looked to be in pain. If you tried to get a better look, then-

Then it would simply stop.