What's happening!? {Shigadabi}

•Sleep talking•

870 word count
Updated on 03/06/22

Tomura's POV:
I woke up from a dreamless sleep thanks to the sunrise peeping through the sides of my curtains, falling silently next to me screaming to be let free for the reigns of its cage. I crept out of bed wobbling a bit from only being half awake. I opened my door, the high pitched screech giving me more jobs to do. I walked down overly used stairs making eye contact with Kurogiri who was cleaning glass after glass behind the bar, even though they looked clean to begin with. One of the new recruits was awake, the crazy looking one. I think her name was toga? She seemed to be enjoying herself, her laughs surprising me on how I hadn't woken up to them. She gestured for me to come sit next to her and twice (who was at the Lov only months before her).

If had the chance to I would have joined them but unfortunately kurogiri had requested me presence so I could do some lousy task for him, so left them to do whatever the hell they found amusing. Kurogiri wanted me to wake up the other new recruit "Dabi" who hadn't awoken even yet, 'for fucks sake who even sleeps that late' I thought, ignoring the fact I had only woken up minutes earlier.

"Wake up Newbie!!" I called after furiously knocking on his door hoping he had heard me. It was quiet for a second before I heard some movement and a scruffy black haired male probably twice the size of me, opened up the door and stood their, leaning against the door frame staring at me for what felt like a few minutes. "Do you need something, ashtray?" I said, pissed I had to wake him up.

He just laughed, displaying his 'perfect' teeth to the world, before replying "Ashtray? You're giving out nicknames already?" I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, hoping to find something more interesting than waking people up. I looked back at the mysterious man with the corner of my eye, only have to watch a sneaky smirk spread across his face.

I lowered myself down into my usual bar seat requesting coffee from Kurogiri, being too early to drink anything. Dabi soon sat down next to me, asking for vodka. While waiting his gaze landed on me, who was flipping him off for sitting next me. Kurogiri placed the drink down on the stained table infront of him.

As quickly as Kurogiri had put it down, he had picked it up, guzzling the entire thing down in one. He placed the drink back down on the table, as if that was a glass of water, and winked at me before getting up and walking out the door, leaving me to wonder where he was going.

I put my glass back for Kurogiri to clean and made my way to my room to plan the next attack on U.A. I used a map of U.A and little figures of the pro heroes, the class 1a brats and the LOV. That way I could decide where everyone should go. Let's be honest, I'm not the best at planning attacks.
I was almost finished when the excitable blonde came bursting into my room. I ordered for her to leave but she seemed to have other plans. Somehow she'd worked out I was planning attacks on U.A and came to help.
Wanting to make a good first impression of her, as her boss, I agreed; but that was a mistake, because the next hour was just her trying to put the broccoli bitch near her in the plan, in hopes to retrieve some of his blood.

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I must have fallen asleep because I woke up ours later downstairs at the old table. Everyone had left to go to sleep, except for the only person I didn't want to see, considering I had only just woken up.
"Morning Mophead" The older male said.
"Giving out nicknames already?" I said repeating the exact same lines he had said to me earlier that day.
He just laughed at me, his smile growing, though unlike earlier that day it wasn't the same smirk he had plastered across his face but instead a truthful heartwarming smile that made my cheeks warm up the more he laughed.
He looked at me dead in the eye before saying "you know you talk in your sleep, right?"
My face felt like it was burning as a visible red tinge spread across it. I started to worry about what I might have said, new to the fact I sleep talk. I couldn't even remember my own dream? What could he have heard?
"It's nice to know you dream about me." He said with a wink, before getting up and strolling to his room closing the door behind him.

He was joking, right? I hadn't actually been dreaming about him, it was probably more like a nightmare. I must have been muttering about how much I hate him, or about how annoying he is or how his laugh lights up the room, or how-

...

What the hell was did I just say.