Lightning Serenade

Chapter 107: Finale V

A/N: I'm like 5 weeks late. Maybe this is TMI, but I had my psychiatry intake appointment and I've been diagnosed with bipolar disorder (they aren't sure if I'm type I or type II, yet) and they put me on Latuda. Latuda is kind of kicking my butt, but also it's given me enough of a kick in the butt to write again if that makes sense? Lol. I've been in a depressive slump for quite a while and have been able to do nothing but sleep and read if I'm not working, but here's this chapter, now! (I'm lowkey joking to myself, like "I put Denki on antipsychotics at the beginning of this fic. Did I manifest this for myself?" /j) This is the "last chapter" of the fic, but I do have an epilogue that I'm planning and already have some of it typed, so be on the lookout for that! Thanks for your patience! <3

At that, Shigaraki sat up, wide eyed and attentive, finally. "Blind?" he repeated, hesitantly, as if afraid to know the answer, reaching out slowly towards Dabi's face.

Dabi didn't flinch away when Shigaraki made contact, but Shigaraki must not have liked what he saw anyway because he grimaced and turned to look at Hawks, repeating the process with his other lover.

"What happened? Who did this?" he demanded, turning to see that Denki's eyes were open but unfocused as well, relaxing only slightly when he made intentional eye contact with Hitoshi that didn't waver. They weren't completely just sitting ducks.

"Actually, our best theory is that you did, Shigs," Hitoshi said, trying to be gentle in his delivery. Fuck, the last thing he would ever want to do would to be the reason that he caused any harm to come to his soulmates, so he could only imagine how this would make Shigaraki feel.

Shigaraki allowed himself to flop back onto the grass and groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes and kicking his feet in pure restlessness. "What? How? I'm not even supposed to be alive right now."

"Surprise!" Denki chirped, throwing in some jazz hands for extra effect to make up for the fact that he wasn't even looking in the right direction. "And hey! No broken ribs this time, even! I call that a total win!"

"How are you feeling?" Hawks asked.

Shigaraki took a second to do a mental scan of his own body from head to toe. "Really good. I don't think I've ever felt this good, actually, but something feels different, too."

"That's probably the other quirks," Dabi said.

"I'm sorry," Shigaraki said, not sounding sorry at all, and maybe even a little flabbergasted at the implication. "What? Other quirks?!"

It was chaos at first as everyone jumped in, trying to be the one to explain to Shigaraki what was happening. It ended up being Present Mic who did the explaining from beginning to end, giving the most important details without leaving anything out, and also being sure not to muddle anything with extra, unneeded emotion like many other members of the present party might have.

"So, I really am the one who took away your sight," Shigaraki said once everything was explained.

He took a second to look down at his hands, once so destructive, now having the potential to be something different.

Shigaraki reached out his hand to Dabi, and experimentally pulled.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope," Shigaraki chanted. "That was all wrong. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. How do I give it back?!"

"His vision?" Hitoshi asked.

"Well, yes," Shigaraki asked, panic lacing his voice, "but also his fucking quirk."

Shigaraki shook his hands like he might be able to shake Dabi's quirk off of his hands and fling it back to its original owner. When that failed, he tried to scramble backwards, trying to distance himself from his lovers, his friends, anyone else he might unintentionally bring harm to just by being in the immediate vicinity, but Dabi and Hawks were faster, already predicting Shigaraki's next move. They had reached out, grabbing on, and pulling him into them.