That Goddamned Devil

[12] Welcome Back

Ding!

That's odd. Shigaraki's phone never gets any messages, especially at five in the morning. Who could message him at such an ungodly hour? The young adult was thinking that maybe someone got the wrong number.

To: Crusty-Ass Shitface
From: +6 6666666666
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>'ey. can we go on a date on Sunday.

>my dad says yes

Received at 5:35 a.m.

Okay that was weird. A date on Sunday? Today was Saturday. He was pretty sure he's hallucinating at the moment. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe if he pinched himself he'd wake up.

Nope. This was real.

To: +6 6666666666
From: Crusty-Ass Shitface
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>im p sure you got the wrong number

>who is this btw
>were you a fren that changed their phone no or smth

>also if you were a fren
>you didnt have to call me a crusty ass and a shitface in one line -_-

Received at 5:37 a.m.

Sighing, the albino placed his phone on his bedside table. Whoever this person was, he would deal with them when the sun was up. His eyes felt sandy and dry from the lack of sleep he was getting.

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Peace. Tranquil. Harmony. Those were the words he'd describe his mornings ever since the cursed demon left him. Fixing himself his morning cup of coffee, he grabbed his phone and went through it. He swore his eyes bulged out of its sockets when he saw that he had received 178 messages from the unknown number.

What the hell.

To: Crusty-Ass Shitface
From: +6 6666666666
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>oioi i know my people well

>ur shigs. shigaraki tomura. works as a full time neet and never comes out of his apartment

>rlly gay i think

>u giv me the gay vibes

>also this be dabs
>u kno ur roommate

Received at 11:53 a.m.

Oh yes, great; the male bitterly thought before saving his ex-roommate's number. "Fucking bitch..." Shigaraki silently cursed. Calling him a 'Crusty-ass Shitface' was one thing, but saying that he's gay?

Honestly, the NEET never gave much thoughts about his sexuality. He's never been in a relationship before, anyway.

Putting his phone on silent, Shigaraki went out of his apartment, going on his merry-way to the bar. At least he had Kurogiri and Mister Compress to talk with.
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"Welco--Oh, hey there." Kurogiri called out from his spot. The bar was empty save for a hooded figure on the bartop and the couple. Besides, it was way too early to be drinking, but what did he know?

"Uh, OJ, please." The albino mumbled, sitting a few seats away from the hooded person. He had been to this bar quite frequently ever since his first encounter.

"Seriously?" The person snickered. His voice was familiar, but the albino couldn't exactly pin-point on who it was. Maybe it was just a random stranger whom he heard their voice before.

Ignoring the unknown person was the best option, he thought as he chugged down the orange liquid. "I come all the way here and not even a 'welcome back'?" Okay. This person was seriously getting on his nerves. When the young adult was turning his head, to face this person and to give a piece of his mind, he immediately froze once he saw his face.

It was that dumb stapled-face freak.

"Uh, I'm off." Shigaraki stuttered out, literally forcing his money to the bartender. Before the poor man could say anything, the NEET had dashed to the exit, Dabi following behind him.
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"Hey, hey, why are you avoiding me and my texts?" The taller male asked, following the mortal back to his apartment. "Sorry, I think you got the wrong person." The young adult had mustered up all his strength to pull a fake smile towards the immortal. Just when he was about to close the door, Dabi had stopped it midway.

"Let me in. I can explain."
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"Woah, your place is much cleaner than when I first came here." The horned male looked around in awe. "The fuck you want." His question came out more as a statement as the albino crossed his arms, clearly dissatisfied with the Satan's presence.

"Woah, woah! No need to get your knickers in a twist!" The ravenette exclaimed, putting his arms up in a surrender. "Anyway. No one's safe from my dad's wrath. Especially you mortals."

"What am I supposed to do with this information?" Tomura asked, a smug tone evident in his voice as his ex-roommate had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Go on a date with me. I'm not taking no as an answer." The Satan had switched the topic as he got on one of his knees and carefully looked at the NEET's face. He looked more moisturized than before. His hair didn't look dull anymore. He barely recognized his mortal anymore.

"I'm not going." The shorter male huffed, sitting cross-legged on the couch. "But if you're here to make up for the 5 months...Sure, I guess." He wouldn't be lying if someone had asked him if he missed Dabi. Okay, maybe he would, since he's a full tsundere and all, but it's not like he'd admit it or something.

"You really missed me, hm?" The immortal asked, ruffling the latter's hair only to get a whine.

"Shut up, you're still the same piece of shit that I met the first time."