Unchained

Chapter 48 - "Stupid Fucking Staples"

The next day, Tomura woke up with labored breathing. The same environment as the last dream appeared this time, the experience, suffocating to say the least. He simply just pulled the blankets around him tighter and tried to distract himself by thinking of the movie he watched with Dabi last night.

Dabi lay sleeping on the floor, snoring slightly muffled considering his face was pressed into the carpet flooring. The night before he fell asleep unexpectedly, and must have rolled off the bed, not even bringing a pillow.

Tomura glanced to the villain on the floor. Not expecting to see Dabi like that, he held back a loud laugh; his hand covering his mouth as he muffled his quiet giggling. A hint of concern soon slipped onto his face as he crawled over to check if he was okay.

Tomura asked, a bit of laughter still present in his voice "Oi, Dabi. Are you okay, man??? Enjoy the taste of floor???"

Dabi startled awake, looking around like he didn't know where the hell he was. Eventually, his eyes landed on shigaraki, and in a gruff, tired voice, he spoke exactly 3 words, "What the fuuck???"

Tomura laughed a little, offering a gloved hand, reaching it out to Dabi "You need some help? Hehe"

Dabi reached up, taking his hand and pulling himself up and off the floor and onto the bed, "How the fuck did I get there?? Did you fucking push me?" he said, with little actual conviction in his voice.

He giggled, somewhat in confusion, shaking his head "Nah, I don't think so. But I can understand why I might have done that subconsciously."

Dabi stretched slowly, a myriad of pops could be heard coming from his every joint, "Shit, this is gonna hurt like a bitch later.."

Tomura chuckled a little "Oh damn, heh.. you gonna be okay, man?" He tilted his head.

"Nothing I can't handle.." Dabi groaned, before hissing in pain when another joint popped.

"Well, I'm fucking hungry, wanna go get some breakfast? ...lunch? Shit what time is it?" He looked around, hoping to find a clock.

Tomura glanced to a window "According to how bright that is right now... About 6 to 7 AM... Fuck clocks, time is a social construct"

"Agreed." he rubbed his eyes carefully as to not pull his stitches, and stood up, "So, are we allowed to just like.. go to the Cafeteria? Or are they gonna bring us food or some shit like that?"

Tomura shrugged, pushing himself up from the bed slowly "We can go to the cafeteria, but I'm gonna leave a note for Dad first."

"Mkay, got anything else I can wear?" he gestured to 'his' shirt, "I've been wearing this shit since I left the League..."

Tomura joked "Well you have a small selection, hero merch, plain black longsleeve v-necks, or crop tops."

Dabi looked at him, a look of almost disbelief on his face, "... I'll take the black v neck, thanks... why the fuck do you have crop tops, like, plural??"

Tomura shrugged, going over to a dresser of sorts to toss one of said V-necks at Dabi "Why wouldn't I?"

"By the way, that might be a bit tight on ya. Like, its almost form-fitted to me. It'll take a bit more effort to not rip it on your staples."

Dabi caught the shirt in his hands, looking it up and down before deciding it was 'worthy' and attempting to put it on quickly. Let's just say, he failed. The hem caught on one of his cheek staples, and thankfully he realized before it caused him to pull it out. He was, however, stuck with his arms straight up, and he couldn't lower them to free himself.