Locked In Boredom

WhaT ThE fUCk IS goIng oN?

His eyes re-open. Hawks?! Where the fuck was that stupid birdbrain?! He got up from the floor, his head pounding in pure aggression. Shit. He stood standing, looking around. He slightly blacked out from last night, even though he thought he had sobered up. What did Hawks yell? Did they take him? Dabi blinked a few times before realising. Shit. They didn't take Hawks. They had taken himself. Fuck. Fuck. Hawks. He could really use that birdbrained fucker right now. He sighed. "Hawks!" "Dabi?!" They took both?! These bitches. "Birdie?" "Hot stuff!" Hawks yelled instantly. He was clearly happy to know that Dabi was okay, though. "Hot stuff, stay away from the walls!" Hawks' voice sounded, and so he did. Soon enough, that one hero that Dabi used to fear, Mirko, the number 5 pro, jumped in through the walls, Hawks behind her. "Birdbrain!" Dabi exclaims and runs to Hawks, hugging him tight. Hawks flies up and twists Dabi around. "Pretty gay again, Hawks." Mirko commented. "So why did we save a villain?" Mirko asks again. As Dabi looked around, he saw dozens of familiar faces. The ones he had actually missed seeing. Well, and Endeavour, that is. And one he hadn't seen in a long time. Dabi removed himself from Hawks and ran up to the white-haired beauty. "Mom!" Dabi exclaims as he embraces her, feeling the warmth a mother held for her son, who'd been missing for about eleven years. "Touya." Rei spoke, his mother's tone was softer and more gentle than it had been before. If only Dabi had realised he was shirtless. "I missed you, son." Endeavour started to speak, but Dabi ignored him and looked at Rei. "How did you know?" "A mother will forever recognise her son's face." Those words stung in his mind.

A mother will forever recognise her son's face.

Damn. Mom. Dabi held her close and just buried his head into her chest. He had missed that feeling of comfort after all those stucked up, fucked up years. Rei wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him close. "You're safe, Touya." She whispered. "Touya-nii!" Three, extremely familiar voices call out. Fuyumi. Natsuo. And Shoto. They embrace Dabi. Tight. Seems they all missed him for some part. More than I had thought or guessed they had. Well, dad didn't seem to mind. But Endeavour stayed Endeavour, even if his so claimed dead son was back from claimed dead. "It's so nice to be here with you all again." Dabi mumbles, and Fuyumi got a smile on her face.

He woke up.

Why was it all a dream? He sat up from the white, padded floor he found to recognise after those two years in there. He sat up and found Hawks asleep in his bed. At least he's okay. For some part. Hawks still seemed terribly drunk, but that might just be his hangover toying with him. He didn't know if that feeling of the woman pounding in him was reality or nightmare anymore. Why was it so hard to draw the like between the two? As always, there was a plate, this time two, with food and a small cup of pills on them. Dabi, this time, checked the pills and recognised some of them were PTSD medicine, things to keep the flashbacks away, mostly. And the dog meds, sedatives, and the usual Viagra. He picked out which he wanted to take and took them with the usual bottle of water they gave. I had picked out the meds that actually helped with his PTSD but left the sedatives and dog medicine away. He wasn't sure about the Viagra, but he decided to take it. Since if they were truly raping him, they'd realise if he didn't take it.

There was a shuffle in the bed so Dani looked up, seeing Hawks sit up in a halfly awake state. "Morning." Dabi says calm. "Morning." Hawks responded, his tone was tired. Hawks clearly had a hangover, no guesses. Hawks stood up and looks at the second plate, the same kind of sandwich Dabi had, but the small cup with meds looked strangely different—mostly because Dabi had a special cup to make sure that his anger fits didn't scatter the pills all over the room—but also different pills. Hawks had the sedatives, dog medicine and Viagra that Dabi also had, but he didn't have the PTSD meds. "Hey, why did you have way much more pills?" Hawks asks. "I have prescribed meds, you don't yet, since you're a new case." Dabi explains. "Ah. Kay." Hawks says and, well as expected, didn't take his meds. "Take the Viagra at least. If they rape you, they'll realise you didn't take the Viagra." Dabi says. "Ugh, you're right." Hawks says and obediently takes the two pills of Viagra. And that's when Dabi realised. The bloody flashback. It didn't come. "You okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine." Dabi answered Hawks.

It didn't take long for Hawks to be taken to investigation and for the guarding to let out. Dabi dove into the cupboard and fished out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one up with his blue flames. He went with it pretty calm until he got the daily time to have visitors. He hated it. Every first Friday of the month, they had about thirty minutes to speak. He put out his cigarette and walked into the visiting room. Where he was greeted by two familiar faces. A pale, blue haired male adult, at the age of 21, but still a grossed out destructive kid inside. And a dark-skinned, with lighter brown curly hair and orange eyes that sparkled like a gemstone. Shigaraki and Mustard. Shigaraki, Dabi's ex-husband. And Mustard, Dabi's son. Greeting him with a smile. "Hey." Dabi spoke calm. "Dad!" Mustard smiled. "Hey, kiddo." Dabi says calm. "Dabi." Shigaraki spoke, he looked more broken than ever. Shigaraki's red eyes stood dull, almost as if he didn't feel, but Dabi could see the slight marks of Shigaraki's tears that he had shed in secret beforehand. Dabi sighed. "Shigaraki." He says in a cold voice. He despised Shigaraki for cheating on him but was grateful that Shigaraki at least took parental rights and took care of Mustard goodly. "Long time no see." Shigaraki growled at me, his voice full of frustration and desperation. Shigaraki wanted Dabi back. And he smelt it from afar. "True." Dabi mumbles. "Can't I hug him?" Mustard asks. "He's sick, honey." Shigaraki says. Those words boiled the blood in Dabi's veins. He's sick? Since when? Is he? He feels fine. Shigaraki can better shut his mouth. What a bastard. Dabi audibly growled. "I'm not sick." He snarled through gritted teeth. "Fine. He wants to die. That's why he's here. To avoid him ending his own life." Shigaraki snarled in response to Dabi. He hated how Shigaraki didn't lie this time. He wanted to die, and this place only made it worse. He sighed. "Shut it." He growled. "Why?" "Shut it before I kill you!" Dabi snapped to Shigaraki, his anger issues acting up huge again. "Dad!" Mustard yelled, his voice broke. Dabi froze. A 14 year old boy didn't have to see or hear any of this. "It's nothing, Mustard. I'm okay. I'll be out of here soon again." Dabi spoke. "You won't." "Shut up!" Mustard cut Shigaraki the crap now. Dabi sighed. He wanted to speak to Mustard alone, but both of them were pulled out of the room. Every time again. Thirty minutes was too short. Too short for a full conversation. He had so much to tell them but so little time.