Trash Dump: Shigadabi One Shots

Attention Starved

"So why exactly are we putting salt in the sugar jar?" Toga asked as she held the jar for Dabi.

"Because every morning Kurogiri makes a fresh pot of coffee for us all to drink and Shigaraki being the brat that he is, always adds a shit ton of sugar to his cup" Dabi replied.

"Uhu and?" Toga asked.

"And" Dabi said as he out down the bag of salt he had and looked over at her. "Tomorrow morning instead of sugar he's gonna put in salt but he'll be oblivious to it so when he takes his first sip he'll-"

"The coffee will taste bad!!" Toga screamed in glee.

"Exactly...now give me that we gotta make sure that we put everything back so no one notices what we did" Dabi said.

"And what exactly is it that you did" Kurogiri voice rang out as he slowly entered the room.

"Put salt in the sugar jar" Toga replied back before Dabi even had the slightest chance to answer. For a moment there was nothing but silence. Togas smile slowly turned into regret as she realized what she did and Dabi just muttered under his breath something about how you can't trust anyone to have your back nowadays.

"Why are you guys like this" Kurogiri finally asked, his voice monotone and sounded almost as if his life had been drained out of him.

"We did it to piss of Shigaraki" Dabi quietly admitted.

"This thing you two have going on, where you both always mess with each other to see who can piss off the other one the most, needs to end" Kurogiri said. "For your sake."

"I don't know what you're talking about" Dabi said with a blank face.

"Shigaraki has little patience" Kurogiri said as he walked up to them. "I'm amazed he hasn't killed you already."

He slowly grabbed the jar of sugar that was in Dabis hands and walked away from both of them. Dabi simply stayed put as if he had suddenly turned into a statue and Toga quietly looked over at him. After a few seconds of silence Toga shrugged her shoulders and walked away too, not knowing where to go but there was nothing fun to do here anymore so she had no reason to stay.

"God dammit" Dabi sighed as he walked away from the bar and sat down on the couch closing his eyes.

'This thing you two have going on'. How amusing that that was how Kurogiri phrased it, Dabi thought. It wasn't much in retrospect and the more he thought about it Dabi realized it was just a thing he had going. A thing that was more like Dabi was just always messing with Shigaraki and Shigaraki was always the one getting pissed.

It started of with jokes like "Hey Shigaraki can you lend me a hand?" and more childish shit like that. But once Shigaraki no longer had any reaction to those kinds of remarks, Dabi had started pulling more intricate things like salt in the sugar jar. Or recently he made Shigaraki believe that he had bought his sour gummy worms but instead they were spicy gummy worms he had bought online. Pain in the ass jokes basically.

Why am I even doing this, Dabi thought. He kept saying that it was because he just loved fucking with people but that wasn't the truth. It was because he loved the way Shigaraki reacted to his jokes or pranks. How his face went from completely monotone to surprised to mad. How his eyes suddenly had a spark in them, even if that spark was from anger. Not only that but there really was something about pulling pranks on what could be the most dangerous unstable person in town. But even with all the threats Shigaraki made, not once did Dabi feel like he was in any danger or like if he was even hated.

But above all other reasons, Dabi was mainly doing this for attention. Despite the fact that the attention he would get from Shigaraki was always in the angry negative side, it was attention none the less and Dabi thrived off it. He wanted Shigaraki to notice him, to talk to him, to be around him, even if the only reason he was doing those things was to threaten him, Dabi was okay with it. Attention was attention no matter what.

"Oh fuck youre here" Shigaraki said, his voice snapping Dabi back to reality.

"The fuck kind of way of greeting is that?" Dabi replied to which Shigaraki only grunted to.

The blue haired man simply walked past Dabi and towards the bar and began making himself a drink. All the while Dabis eyes were glued onto him. He took in everything Shigaraki was doing. How he made sure to keep his pinky up as he reached over to grab a bottle of vodka. How his hair slowly fell onto his face when he made a turn to grab some orange juice. To Dabis delight, he didn't have 'Father' with him this time so there was nothing keeping Dabi from admiring his face.

If Dabi has to describe Shigarakis face to someone he would have to say that it was tragically beautiful. The way his skin was pale and dry and yet looked so perfect with the color of his hair. How despite his lips being chapped and scarred, they only emphasized his pink tongue and inner part of his lips. And his bags under his eyes faded away the moment you saw into his eyes. His eyes in it of itself were Dabis favorite thing about Shigaraki, the were red but they had so many shades of red in them, it was like if every single shade of crimson decided to rest in this mans eyes. Toga once made the remark that if Shigaraki took care of himself that Shigaraki would be beautiful enough for people to want to date him. But to Dabi, Shigaraki was already beautiful enough for him to want to be with him. Beautiful enough to kill him, Dabi thought.

"Why..why are you looking at me" Shigaraki said as he looked up at Dabi.

"No reason" Dabi said with a smirk.

"Fuck off" Shigaraki mumbled as he grabbed his finished drink and started making his way towards his room.

Dabi just looked after him, part of him wanted to say something so that Shigaraki could talk to him more or so that he could get a look at him one more time but held back. He had gotten enough attention from him today. Tomorrow he'll have to think up something else to get Shigaraki to notice him but that was future Dabi's job.

For now, Dabi will just cherish what little he got from him.