Shoto + League Of Villains Stories

👹Nightmares Suck😭

The night had been one of the more peaceful ones the League has had in a long time. They had spent hours watching funny videos of animals and people making fools of themselves. Meanwhile, they ate good food that they had managed to get a hold of during an earlier mission.

For once it had felt like they were not the most wanted criminals in all of Japan and were instead a group of misfits just having a great time. Anyone could have turned a blind eye to then in public, just assuming they were friends hanging out. Everything was so joyous and carefree, unlike most of their lives had been up until that point.

But if everything had been going so well, why did Shoto awake like he had?

This particular nightmare had been one of the worst he's suffered in a long time, yet he couldn't even put into words what had happened. So much was going on all at once, the next scene worst than the last. Even after minutes of trying to regain his composure, it felt as if he was still trapped inside his dreamland, surrounded by darkness, howling winds and screams.

All he was focused on right now was breathing. The muscles in his throat were tight, however, refusing to let even a gasp of oxygen into his lungs. So far all he could manage was occasion short inhales through his nose before his throat would seize and the cycle would repeat. Shoto's stomach was not agreeing with this whatsoever, twisting and tugging like machines that made taffy.

Images of his family flashed before his eyes, but they weren't them exactly. They appeared like them, but something about each one was off. It was like the uncanny valley in the form of those who he hated most. Their unsettling features alone would have made Shoto sick, if not for his current breathing situation.

Still too engrossed in his post-nightterror madness, Shoto did not realize that he had accidentally awoken someone else in the sleep pile. "Hey," a voice utters as a hand is placed on Todoroki's bicep, "what's going on?"
His body reacts before he can finish processing what the voice has said, jerking Todoroki away from the hand so violent that he nearly collapsed backwards. Before he could decide to either flee or attack, Shoto is stopped as the darkness filled up with blue heat.

Blinking, Shoto realizes that the light was fire that was nestled in the palm of someone's hand. And that someone was Dabi. Half of his spikey black hair was flat against his head, most likely from sleep. Instead of his typical unbothered expression or an annoyed one, Dabi's brows were furrowed in concern, a slight frown tugging at his lips.

"Hey hey, look at me," another one of Dabi's arm comes over and pulls Shoto towards him, "focus on me." The blue fire user could feel his brother's body trembling, breathing still very uneven. Though this time it seemed to be due to the fire/ice user beginning to cry. "What's going on, huh? Why are you so worked up?"

Instead of answering, Shoto just curls into himself while covering his ears, almost appearing like a turtle ducking into its shell. Harsh sobs leave him as he tried to erase those faces from his brain; they were like a stain that could never be washed out completely. Extinguishing his flame, Dabi pulls the other Todoroki onto his lap, pushing his wet face against his chest. Shoto's tears would more than likely stain the white fabric, but right now Dabi found himself not caring as much as he would've normally.

"Shh, you're going to wake everyone else up."

When it became clear that he was not going to be able to solve this issue on his own, Dabi grumbles softly to himself and turns his head over towards their boss. Without much hesitance, he slaps his hand down flat on Shigaraki's face, which was vacant of that disembodied hand for once. This instantly wakes the decaying quirk user from his slumber. Grabbing his phone, Shigaraki uses the device's flashlight so that he could see the perpetrator who struck him.