Hostage [TomuDabi]

...does that make sense?

1:00 AM

Dabi sighed. The first two things he had to do were to find his spare futon for Tomura and then find a place to put it that was both far away from himself and the door and window. If Tomura swore up and down that all he needed was shelter, Dabi wasn't going to let him go back on his word by stealing food and valuables and then getting out of the house without another word.

He hated even having to move at all. Again, burns. They sacked in a big way, but he had to stop bitching about it and get over it. It wasn't like his skin was going to stop burning anytime he used his Quirk, and it wasn't like complaining was going to do anything. So he shut up and went to work.

As he looked through the deeper closets for a futon, Dabi couldn't help but wonder—why did Tomura come to him, of all people? There was Jin (even though he didn't really like him) and Toga (even though she was a little bit of a psycho), and he was sure that either option was better than the ex that you dumped with a very good reason behind your actions. When your ex steals your money and constantly tells you to kill yourself, you might want to leave them for good. But Tomura didn't leave him for good. Tomura left him and then came back.

Sometimes, Dabi thought about what it would've been like if he wasn't such a bitch back then. Maybe he would still be with Tomura. Maybe he would be Dabi Shigaraki. Maybe they would've both proposed to the other at the same time before laughing and giving each other a soft kiss. Maybe they would've adopted and have little feet running around their house. Maybe they would've finally been happy.

But they weren't. They couldn't be happy anymore. Not like this.

Honestly, as he immersed himself into his thoughts, Dabi realized that he was pretty much giving himself a life sentence in the prison of his own mind. He didn't want to think about what had happened, and yet he was doing it at that very moment. Trapped inside the confines of his own mind, he couldn't help but ponder what horrors he was possibly going to condemn himself to in the future.

"Oh, don't look now..."

Dabi turned his head away from the inside of the closet and looked at the source of the voice, which was (of course) Tomura.

"What's wrong?" Dabi asked, an annoyed tone clearly punctuating every syllable of his sentence.

"Don't look now. They're both in the kitchen. Both of them!"

Dabi's angered face softened, and began to turn worried as he slowly and almost silently stepped towards Tomura, who was standing outside the doorway of the kitchen. "Who? Are they burglars?"

Tomura shook his head. "A cockroach and a mouse..."

Dabi rolled his eyes and glanced into the kitchen, which was mostly dark par the dim moonlight inching its way across the floor and countertops. Surely enough, there was a large cockroach in the middle of the kitchen floor, and hiding underneath the base of a cabinet near the floor was a mouse, chewing on some kind of large crumb that Dabi had probably dropped to the floor while eating or preparing a dinner.

Tomura clung to the empty doorframe, staring at the kitchen floor which was now housing both the rodent and the insect. "Can you get rid of them, Dabi?"

Dabi sighed. At least Tomura hadn't forgotten his manners. "Yeah, I can try... hand me that plastic cup over there." Once it was handed to him, the first thing Dabi did was practically pounce at the cockroach and trap it under the cup. Then he chased the mouse like a madman.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Tomura shouted.

"Just wait," Dabi said, quickly backing the mouse into a corner. All of a sudden, there was a snap and a loud squeak. Tomura let out an audible gasp in response, slowly stepping into the kitchen.

"You backed it into a mousetrap?"

Dabi nodded, coming to the cup that was covering the c:ockroach. He stomped on it, crushing both the cup and the cockroach inside. Then he slipped a plate underneath the cup and threw both the plate and the cup away. He grabbed the mousetrap and went outside for a moment before coming back with nothing except the empty trap and tossing it in the trash can.

"There we go," Dabi said with a light chuckle.

"Thanks... now I can get a glass of water." Tomura smiled and walked into the kitchen.

1:45 AM

Around five minutes after the entire "mouse and cockroach incident", Dabi went to curl up in his bed. To his surprise, Tomura had curled up in his futon. He shouldn't have been shocked, really; Dabi still hadn't found and set up his spare futon for Tomura, so for the teal-haired man, it was either steal Dabi's futon or sleep on the floor somewhere in the apartment. And based off of what Dabi had just witnessed, he could bet his bottom dollar that Tomura wasn't going to sleep on the floor.

So Dabi sighed, simply grabbing a can of soda from the fridge and beginning to drink it rapidly. Once he was done and went to come out, he was met with Tomura staring up at him. "You got anymore?"

"You like Coca-Cola?"

"I'm more of a Pepsi kind of guy; sorry..."

"Then I've got nothing. Sorry, Tomura." Dabi wasn't going to forget his manners, either.

Tomura nodded slowly, giving a heavy sigh as he refilled his cup from earlier with water from the kitchen sink. Dabi couldn't help but frown softly, kind of wishing he was a Pepsi person, too, so Tomura wasn't stuck drinking water the entire time he was there.

Then he left the kitchen and kicked the wall. He felt no pity for that bitch. And he never would, ever again.

Never again.