After breakfast, Kurogiri urged Tomura to go back to his room but the young man insisted he stayed in the living room or in his little reading nook by the big window near the living area. He went to the latter. He sat in the cushion comfortably while scrolling through his phone.
"Alright, if you're gonna stay here then I'll go ahead and clean your room." Kurogiri said before he left, walking to Tomura's room.
Tomura opened his dms and saw the user's message again. He bit his lower lip before opening the message. Soon, he found himself typing a reply.
Meanwhile, Dabi is already sitting pretty in the counter, going through some messages about the services they offer. He operates a site thats secured and is only accessible in a protected link so the government cannot trace them. While the other guys tend the customers in the computer shop, Dabi and Toga are busy working for the actual business.
As Dabi was typing on his keyboard, his phone vibrated from his pocket. Curious, he looked down and took the device out. It was a notification, a message notif from the cutie that he saw on instagram earlier.
Unconsciously, Dabi smiled to himself and opened the message.
petals.xy
: hey
: m 20 hosuflamethrowerdab.i
: same
: how are u todaypetals.xy
: goodThe man seems uninterested. He's just replying to what Dabi says. Normally, if conversations go like this - Dabi leaves it and continues his work but something pushed him to message this guy even more.
petals.xy
: hbu?Thank Goodness, he asked back.
flamethrowerdab.i
: good too
: luv ur works btw
: do u love flowersLame as fuck, Dabi. He obviously does.
petals.xy
: yeah
: i cant somehow get away from flowers
: so i learned to love themflamethrowerdab.i
: lol wdympetals.xy
: lets just say im surrounded with flowersflamethrowerdab.i
: do u work in a flower shoppetals.xy
: uhh yeah i doYou're supposed to make friends, Tomura! Not lie to them!
petals.xy
: jk i have hanahakiflamethrowerdab.i
: i wouldve believed the first one betterpetals.xy
: its true tho i doflamethrowerdab.i
: who hurt u princesspetals.xy
: im a special case ok
: no one "hurt" me
: basically ive had hanahaki since i was 5flamethrowerdab.i
: instead of a quirk, u started coughing flowers??petals.xy
: my quirk appeared first then my hanahakiflamethrowerdab.i
: how does it feel
: to cough flowerspetals.xy
: its literally painfulflamethrowerdab.i
: wait wait
: u said u had hanahaki since 5
: but ur 20
: so 15 years?petals.xy
: pretty much lolflamethrowerdab.i
: how are u attending school
: how are u even alive
: r u getting treated
: sorry too many questions haha
: just curiousDabi is now fully invested in the conversation. Hanahaki disease fascinates him. Its somehow a proof that love exist - a feeling he never felt back at his family.
petals.xy
: home schooled
: i get regular treatment and some surgeries
: its keeping me aliveflamethrowerdab.i
: so are u like ,, rich??
: u gettin home schooled and all the treatments
: it must be costlypetals.xy
: my foster dad is kinda loaded
: r u secretly a thiefflamethrowerdab.i
: i could be
: the one who'll steal ur heartpetals.xy
: pls dont make my hanahaki worse"Looks like someone's having fun." Kurogiri commented as he passed by the boy while carrying a trash bag filled with petals.
"Yeah, I found someone fun to talk to." Tomura replied. He's smiling at his phone. He somehow felt comfortable with the man. Despite of him looking horrible and all, he's a pretty nice guy.
Throughout the entire day, the two talked about hanahaki, their favorite things, hobbies and stuff like that. Basically, the getting to know each other stage.
It was already 6PM and Dabi have already gone home. Their streak of conversations were cut short though as Tomura announced that his Father came home.
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We Bloom | shigadabi
FanfictionTomura was never allowed to go out. He was stuck at home with inhalers, nebulizers and oxygen tanks decorating his room. No one could ever heal his disease. Until he realized, he doesn't need a doctor or a surgery to heal him. All he needs is Dabi...