Warning⚠️; self harm. If this is a touchy subject please don't read.
"How-Why did you touch my hands? Don't you know that I could've killed you? What would've happened if I didn't have my gloves on?" He asked. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "I wasn't thinking." I said. I let go his hand and moved my hand off of his neck. "Don't be so damn reckless." He muttered. I chuckled and shook my head. I followed him into a kitchen and sat down at the table. "Hello again Dabi." Kuriguri said. "Hey." I said with a small wave. "What's for dinner?" Shigarki asked. Kuriguri places a plate in-front of me, Shigarki and and empty chair at the end. "Steak with baked potatoes and macaroni and cheese." He said as he started making our plates. "So, Shigarki, what's our plan?" He asked. Plan? What the hell? "Well we need recruits right? Well I was thinking that we call....you-know-who and have him find us a few strong villains who's looking for a team and a place to stay." He said. I looked over at Shigarki and gave him a confused look. "I already told you I was in need of some new members." He said. "Yeah, but I didn't know you meant this soon." I said. "It's not soon. It'll take our guy a little while to find willing people." He said. I just nodded my head and started eating. I couldn't help, but glance over at Shigarki a few times. His cotton candy blue hair fell perfectly over his ruby red eyes. His lips, though a bit chapped looking, we're full and when he'd smile his eyes crinkled a bit. His skin was pale, not a sickly pale, but a creamy pale color, it looked very soft. I put my plate in the skin and washed it, then put it away. I sat back at the table and waited for the others to finish. Shigarki stood up and walked over to the sink. He was shorter than me by like an inch or two and he was a tad bit scrawny, but he did have an ass on him. He was pretty buff to, like you could tell he works out at least twice a week. His hair messily fell down to his shoulders and he had scars and scratches on his neck...I guess it some sort of nervous tick, he really shouldn't do that though, it'll ruin his perfect skin and it has to hurt him. "Well I'm heading to bed for the night." Kuriguri said as he stood up. "Night." Shigarki said lazily. "Goodnight." He said and left. Shigarki sighed and stood up. I stood up as well and stretched. "I should head to bed too." He said. He yawned and scratched the back of his head. He looked so..."cute." I whispered. He looked at me and smirked. "Huh? I didn't quite hear you." He said. I blushed and hid my face in my hands. "I uh I said cool." I said. "Yeah, sure, okay." He said. We walked down the hall and he went over to his door and I to mine. "Goodnight Shigarki." I said. "Night Dabi." He said. I walked into the room and sat on the bed. I sighed and opened my duffel bag up and looked in it. I dug through my clothes and grabbed a box from the bottom of it. It was a box of black hair dye. I walked to the bathroom and stood over the sink. I ran my hand through my red spiky hair and then opened the box. After I finished putting the dye in I waited about 45 minutes and then washed it out. I dried my hair, took a deep breath and stood in front of the mirror. It actually looks pretty good. "I guess I've looked worse." I mumbled. I went back into my room grabbed two more little boxes and went back into the bathroom. I opened the small silver box first, it was a nose ring. It's silver with a little blue ball on the end, Fuyumi bought this for me a few weeks ago. I put it in and glanced up at the mirror. I opened the other box which was three earrings one of them had a chain that went from the top of my ear to the bottom. I put them in and looked at myself once more. I sighed and ran my fingers along my burns..well there scars now. They were a plum color purple. I went back into my room and grab the last box, it was medium sized. I sat on the bed and turned on a lamp on the bedside table. I opened the box and looked in it. It had a few razors, a couple knifes, bandages and a box of staples. I grabbed a razor and placed it on my bare thigh. I pressed the cold blade into my thigh, hard, and slowly slid it across my skin. I did this a few more times, each time deeper than the last, and then I put the blade away. I watched the blood drip down my thigh and on the floor. I grabbed a small towel and wiped the blood away. I grabbed the staples and and staple gun from my bag. I put some in and held it down to my wrist. I put staples at the end of all my scars and watched the blood drip from them. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I started the shower and took my boxers off. I hopped in and winced as the hot water hit my freshly made wounds. I washed the blood off and hopped out. I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to my room. I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and sat on my bed. I grabbed a bandage and wrapped it tightly around my thigh and then began looking for night pants. I slid them on and laid down on the bed. I glanced at the clock and it read 2:30 a.m. I sighed and closed my eyes.
