Only Took Four Days || Dabi X Shigaraki || Bnha ||

first two days

(Warning, this has 10,000+ words. And it might take a few days to write the next one. This was all wrote within 3 days, And i did not write this alone. I don't think the other person has wattpad, so sadly i cannot give credit. Anyway i hope you enjoy this chapter.)

Shigaraki hasnt come out of of his room, in around 4 days. No ones seen him come out to eat. And the only time he left was at night, only to use the bathroom though. This would usually be normal, only because a mission went wrong though. Nothing had happened that week, and yet he was gone for the longest hes ever been.

It had been about four days, and Dabi was getting anxious. He’d talked with Toga and Kurogiri, who both brushed Shigaraki’s disappearance off just him being him, as normal. Dabi wasn’t having it, and after four days he was tired of waiting around.

He went up to the boy’s room and knocked.

“I stole a bottle of brandy,” the black haired boy said, “you should come on out and have some Tomura. It’s been four days.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “You ok in there man?”

Shigaraki didnt answer, he had heard the patch-work villain speak but just sat at his desk. He looked at the small knife in his hands, then at the door. He would've joined them but didn't feel up to it.. He didnt feel up for anything..

“Alright Shig, I’m gonna incinerate the door if you don’t open it in the next ten seconds,” Dabi said, leaning on the wooden door.

He counted to three, then said, “and I’m not gonna help Kurogiri buy a new one.”

He was genuinely pretty concerned at this point. Usually, the blue haired boy would at least tell him to fuck off or that he was pissing him off by now, but the silence was more serious.

"Dont break my door.." He said followed by a sigh, if the boy broke his door he wouldn't have any privacy, and that was one of the things he valued most. He stared at the door, fiddling with the knife. He hadn't set it down since he went in his room, four days ago. He was expecting dabi to just waltz right in, so he waited.

Sure enough, waltz in was exactly what Dabi did once Shigaraki had replied. He opened the door to see the boy wearing the same thing he was in four days ago, sitting in his chair holding a knife. His room looked the same as always.

“Have you been sitting here for four days?” Dabi asked with a brow raised. He leaned on the doorframe, looking at the other one across the room.

He looked down and nodded, the only thing he had done was take father off his face. He hadn't slept, nor had he moved a lot. He was very weak right now, he hadn't drank or eat or slept in the last four days. He looked at dabi, he fiddled with the knife more. "Did you need something?" He wasn't being his usual self, he was being nicer then he'd usually be. Normally he'd just tell dabi to leave, or get pissed he was in his room.

Dabi raised a brow. He’d been in Tomura’s room maybe three times in the whole of his time working with him, and he’d never once seen the boy act this nice, especially while he was in his room.

“Yeah, for you to come out.” He said.

“I know I’m not exactly the supportive type, but do you need a hand with something?” He joked, cocking a smile. He realized after he spoke that he should have probably been more sensitive, but he couldn’t take it back now.