Ashes and Dust
The moon hung low over the crumbling remnants of a once-vibrant city, casting silvery shadows across the streets. It was a place long forgotten, now a playground for those who thrived in chaos. Among the ruins, two figures stood against the backdrop of a burning horizon, their presence a testament to the world's decline.
Tomura Shigaraki leaned against the jagged wall of a dilapidated building, his fingers absently tracing the cracks in the concrete. His pale skin glowed in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the dark attire that cloaked his form. Dabi stood nearby, his dark flames flickering softly, casting a warm glow that danced along his features. The air was thick with the scent of ash and decay, a fitting ambiance for their clandestine meetings.
"Why do you always come here?" Tomura asked, his voice low and rough, edged with curiosity and a hint of something softer. He glanced sideways at Dabi, who was watching the horizon with a distant look, as if searching for something lost.
Dabi turned his head, the corners of his mouth tugging into a half-smile. "This place feels like home. It's familiar. Just like us." His tone was teasing, but the weight of truth lingered in his words.
Tomura's heart raced. They were both misfits in a world that demanded conformity, bound together by their shared disdain for the heroes who sought to impose their will. Their connection ran deeper than ideology; it was a fragile thread woven from understanding and unspoken desires.
"Do you ever think about what we could have?" Tomura's voice was barely above a whisper, but Dabi's ears caught every nuance. There was a longing in his gaze that even the flickering flames could not mask.
Dabi stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating a comfort that drew Tomura in. "Every day," he admitted, his breath warm against Tomura's skin. "But this world... it doesn't allow for happiness. Not for people like us."
"Maybe we can change that," Tomura said, his resolve growing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Dabi's. The touch was electric, igniting a fire that rivaled the one flickering in Dabi's eyes. "Together, we can burn it all down."
Dabi smirked, a spark of mischief igniting in his gaze. "Burn it all? I like the sound of that."
With a sudden burst of confidence, Tomura closed the distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned in, their lips barely a breath apart. "Then let's make our own future."
In that moment, the world around them faded. There were no heroes or villains, no grand destinies to fulfill-just two broken souls finding solace in each other. Dabi's lips met Tomura's, and the kiss was a promise. It spoke of rebellion, of love forged in the fires of despair, and the defiance against a world that sought to tear them apart.
As they pulled away, breathless and smiling, the moon bore witness to their resolve. Together, they would rise from the ashes of their past and set the world ablaze, not just as villains, but as two who dared to love amidst the chaos.
The night echoed with the sounds of distant sirens and the crackle of flames, but in that moment, all that mattered was the bond they shared-unbreakable and fierce, like the flames that danced in Dabi's eyes.
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FanfictionI'll make short stories. Tomura x dabi They might change the writing style (i often do that) and some also might sound like a poem too. But i think you'll understand. -Tora
