Dabi x Tomura stories

10. In the ashes of love

Info: Angst, kinda tried to make it sound like a poem, suicide

In the chaotic ruins of a once-thriving city, amidst the flickering lights and shadows cast by a thousand battles, stood two figures intertwined by fate and ferocity-Shigaraki and Dabi, both children of a world ravaged by heroism and villainy. Their hearts resonated with the profound loneliness that thrummed beneath their outward bravado.

It was during a routine skirmish against a rival hero group when everything spiraled into darkness. The air crackled with tension; Shigaraki's fingers extended, ready to decay anything in his path, while Dabi's flames danced wickedly around him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. But in a single fleeting moment, when victory seemed certain, a gunshot rang out-a piercing scream within the chaos. Shigaraki fell to the ground, a crimson bloom spreading across his chest, bright against the ashen backdrop.

Dabi rushed to him, heart in his throat. "Tomura!" The desperation in his voice shattered the illusion of invulnerability that surrounded them. Cradling Shigaraki's head, he felt the warmth ebbing from the man who had become more than just a comrade, more than a partner in crime-he was the one soul who understood the depths of Dabi's despair.

With trembling hands, Dabi hoisted Shigaraki onto his shoulder, determined to navigate the treacherous route back to their hideout. Every step was excruciating, the weight of his lover dragging him down, but the fire in his chest burned fiercely with resolve. Shigaraki's breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale a reminder of their ephemeral existence. He struggled to lift his gaze, and when he did, he found Dabi's face twisted in worry.

"Just hold on," Dabi whispered, forcing a smile despite the fear clawing at his insides. "You're not leaving me, not now."

But fate is as cruel as it is relentless. As they reached the sanctuary of their home, Shigaraki's body was already growing cold. They collapsed onto the floor, with Dabi cradling him close, feeling the life slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. "Tomura, please... don't do this," he pleaded, pressing his forehead against Shigaraki's.

"I... I'm tired, Dabi," Shigaraki murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Tired of all of it." He coughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the stillness, tasting copper on his tongue. "But you-"

"Don't you dare say that! You can't leave me! Not after everything!" Dabi's voice cracked, desperate and raw. He felt a torrent of emotions rising, threatening to consume him entirely.

In those final moments, Shigaraki's eyes glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the storm inside Dabi's heart. "I need you to be free... find your flame, Dabi." His fingers brushed against Dabi's cheek, a faint touch that sent shivers coursing through him. "Live... for us."

As the light dimmed in Shigaraki's gaze, Dabi felt a piece of himself fracture irrevocably. The final breath escaped Shigaraki's lips, a gentle sigh-a release into the unknown. And in that vulnerable silence, Dabi's world imploded.

Days passed, in a haze of sorrow and shadows, until Dabi stood before the mirror, the weight of a decision pressing heavily upon him. The ache of loss gnawed at his insides, a hunger that could never be sated. Liquid courage swirled in his veins, igniting a fiery resolve. He thought of Shigaraki-of their love, wild and unyielding, a flame that could never be extinguished.

Dabi took a deep breath, feeling the warmth envelop him. With shaky hands, he reached out, and in a moment of sheer determination, he followed his heart into the flames that they had created together.

In his last breath, Dabi whispered, "I'm coming, Tomura," as he embraced the inevitable.

He stepped into the fire, consumed by the very essence of his love, and in that moment, he felt truly free-finally reunited with his only love in a world beyond pain, a place where they could burn brightly together, unshackled and eternal.