Locked In Boredom

The same old life

Ever since he got stuck in here, he've been alone. The mental hospital isn't all that fun, people said, but sometimes it's inevitable. Dabi, the once number 2 villain across Japan, stuck in a padded, white room, with a tiny bed with thin bedding to make sure none of the "inmates" suffocate themselves and a tiny stand next to the bed with a book to read, a tiny clock to make sure he takes his pills on time, and a tiny bathroom hidden behind a door in the left side of the chamber. You'd say he got luxury due to the fact he had a private bathroom, but he was still locked in a cage. Forced to take medication that didn't even help, only ate at certain times unless you hid some away for later, forced to shower even though you hated the feeling of it. That's the life Dabi was stuck in. He sighed as he looked as his phone, which he was allowed to keep because he was a harsh case. Dabi has been in here for—how many years again? He'd bet it was about two. Many people didn't even remember his name, nor did it pop up on the news like it used to anymore. He had his phone, so had access to social media, and he could text his friends whenever he wanted. But he hid his cigarettes in a small cupboard in the floor underneath his bed, possibly made by a former inmate to hide things away. His alcohol had been taken, but it didn't matter since he could get drunk by the reception—they allowed him to because it put his traumatised mind at ease—even though normal inmates couldn't. They'd prefer to call these inmates "patients", but Dabi didn't give a fuck. He'd been on the wanted list for So long, it was a surprise for everyone—even for himself— when the police announced that they'd send him to a mental health asylum. He looked onto his phone again, a message from Tomura Shigaraki—In his phone saved as "Tomura💔". He read the message.

"Hey dude! How's it been there? Bet its lonely, I hope they give you a dormmate soon, you deserve it, man! It's been....bad without you. I can't sleep anymore and my brain is telling me repeatedly to kill myself. I'm staying for Mustard though, our son deserves some love too. You know? Mustard made a friend at school today, I'm so proud! I managed to enrol him in U.A. like you always wanted him to. He joined in in the middle of the year into 1-A so Aizawa can keep an eye on him. Shota doesn't quite trust him yet because his parents are villains, but he'll fight through it. Mustard is strong. I hope you'll be back soon, miss you, Dabi."

Dammit Shigaraki. Always writing such a fucking autograph. But Dabi quickly responded with:

"Tell Mustard that I'm proud of him. Wouldn't want to miss him growing up. Further I've been the same as always. Bored. Alone. I want some booze but the reception is closed for today so I'm doomed. I hope I get a roommate soon, it's boring here on my own. Maybe if I get one that can fly, I can climb up onto the roof and snatch the view."

And Tomura read it. No reply.

He leaves Dabi on read once again. He always did after their breakup. Dabi and Shigaraku were husbands, once. Until Shigaraki cheated and Dabi fell inlove with another, taking their—adoptive—son and leaving to that girl. But she was a lesbian so he agreed to not date and respected her fully. Dabi isn't sexist, even though most people think he is and he's raised to think of men higher than women. He tries his best.

Dabi yawned as a knock was heard from his door and a nurse walked in. "Dabi?" "Yes I'm here." "Oh." The nurse walked up to Dabi and placed a plate in front of him. "Here's your food for today, we tried our best to make something you'll like. Oh and your pills! Please take them." He sighed. Those damn pills. "Yeah, thank you, ma'am." "No problem. Enjoy." The nurse said and walked out as swift as she came. The old Shigaraki would've said "kinky" as Dabi said "she came", but that version of his ex-husband was long gone. "Kinky...that's a thing I miss. Being "kinky" with someone." Dabi mumbles to himself as his eyes fell onto the plate. A big white plate with some bad-made noodles on it and a small cup with his pills in it. A variety of seven-nine different pills which some were doubled to make ten pills in total. My mind flashes back to that one cold night on the streets. Dabi always says cold because that's what its supposed to be, but he can't feel the cold at all. He never could. Ever since he was a child he was told he would never be able to feel cold. He stared at his pills and the sudden fear kicked in. The fear to overdose again. That one fear that he felt, as if he was taking too much pills for the past two years and was about to end up dead due to overdose like he almost did before.

Can you imagine it? A nine-teen year old boy, passed out in an alleyway with dozens of pills next to him? He had hoped no one saw him, but he know that Giran did. Iena Giran, a criminal mastermind that quit to become a family man, but he never minded. Giran was a nice pal, never missed a hurt soul. But everything nice comes to an end eventually.

After he pushed the fear away, the anger arrose. Damn anger issues. In a fit of anger, he hit the small cup with the pills in it and flinched from the noise of the cup hitting the ground. Wow, that nurse took his anger issues in consideration. The cup was sealed off by a small layer of plastic wrap, making sure that if he had a anger fit, the pills wouldn't scatter around the room. How annoying sometimes. Dabi moved the tiny plate aside and picked up the cup. Can't I just break it? He though but swiftly hit himself on the head. "Oow." He whined softly. "I'm such a idiot." He sighed and took a bit of the noodles. Yuck. They suck. He sighed and grabbed the small bottle of water he had missed seeing before and realised, since it fell over and hit his hand. Hard. It caused him to flinch. Stupid PTSD. He opened the bottle and took the pills, coughing due to one of the pills getting stuck in his throat. I'm good at swallowing! Why can't I just be a good fucking boy? Dabi told himself. He'll always be the "bad boy" in his father's eyes, he just wanted to be rewarded and called a "good boy" like people did to their dogs. He sighed and just took another chug of water. Die! Stupid fucking pills! Fuck.

He looked down at himself, once again getting that one sight he always got. Blood all over him, a dead, burned up corpse infront of him as a deep, raspy and almost inaudible voice whispered.."your fault." "Bad boy." "You killed them all." "Die." "Villain." He was sick of them words.

Stop treating me like that!

Dabi hit himself once again, his vision fading.

"Dabi." Not him. No. Please. Dabi silently begged. "Time for a shower." The male said. This man worked here longer than Dabi has been here, but since he is the only male and Dabi is terrified of taking a shower due to the water leaking into his scars and his overly sensitive hair getting wet and soaked, and then the fact he just hated the sensation of the water leaking over his skin, this man showered with him every time. Shit. The man walked in. Stupid bitch. Sir, Mister, Iguka Mini. Though Dabi called him showerman. That boring, dark skinned man, not that Dabi hated black people. He just hated Iguka. His son, Mustard, was a highly tanned boy. He looked Asian. Iguka Mini is a black skinned guy with black locks as hair and some annoyingly staring orange eyes. That damned man always pissed Dabi off great time. Iguka walked closer to Dabi and pushed him into the bathroom. "Take those damn clothes off, Dabi. I don't have time for your whining." "Stop touching me!" Dabi whined. "Shut it." Iguka commanded. Iguka undid Dabi's clothing swiftly. Dabi squeaked as Iguka turned on the shower and pushed Dabi under the water. Eek! Gross! Kill me! Dabi shivered as the water hit his hair, the feeling of it dripping through it just—he hated it but it turned him on great time. Dabi groaned and looked at Iguka. "I am NOT staying under this torture!" He whined as he felt the arousal go down into his body. No. Nope. Not again. Fuck. He sighed as he felt the fucked up pleasure he hated but craved at the same time. Iguka swiftly put the shampoo in Dabi's now wet hair and massaged it through, causing Dabi to let out a moan. Dammit. Iguka never bothered and just continued washing Dabi everywhere. Even on his dick and balls, which Dabi hated more than the man's attitude, which was taking everything quick and never checking up. Cock and ball torture! Dabi sighed. His mind should shut up. He averts his gaze and waited for Iguka to let him out of the fucking annoying shower and allow him to dry himself off, or whether Iguka would ALSO do that for him. Iguka treated Dabi like a child, although Dabi acted like a child whenever he had to shower or bathe, he admitted to that. Iguka pulled Dabi out of the quick shower and dried him off, applying some—very hated and unappreciated— extra pressure on his balls.

"Hey!" Dabi growled. "Sorry." "Stop doing that, you prick!" Dabi growled. Dabi was always so aggresive and he hated it. He hated his anger issues. The way he snapped so easily. It made him unable to really find love at all. He hit Iguka away. "Shoo you bitch! Get the FUCK out."

And not even a minute later he was alone again. Am I the problem? Dabi asked himself.