~! ℕ𝕠 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕀𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 !~ [𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕩 𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚]

~ch.2~

[Dabis POV] 

I walked out of Shigarakis room and past Compress and Twice. "Dabi, what did you do to Shigaraki? He looks like a hot mess!" Compress shouted as I sluggishly made my way back to my room. "Thats none of your business, now is it?" I replied smirking back at them and shutting the door behind me. I sat on my own bed, looking at the ceiling. It took all my courage and strength to go talk to that dumbass about his eating routine and he didnt even answer the damn question of if he was eating or not. I couldnt get the thought of him out of my head.. His stupid mop of hair..his idiotic grin..I couldnt understand why his image was swirling around my head. I smirked, I didnt wanna admit but Tomura Shigaraki was pretty cute under that dumb hand he wore on his face. 

[ Hi!! Sorry for such a short chapter, but ill be sure to try to post more chapters as soon as possible! (Even tho these first 2 chapters were posted on the same day lmao) Im running off of no sleep and listening to promised neverland on loop even though its all in japanese- But ye, ill be sure to make the next chapter extra big, thanks for understanding!! :) ]

(UPDATED VERSION YAY!!)

[ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♚ •Dabi's P.O.V.• ♚ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ]

"Hey, patchass." I turn around. Everybody here just has to fuck up my sleep schedule, huh? Fucking great. "Blonde fuck." I greet. She frowns at me, shitty little pouty lip and everything. "The hell did you do to Shiggy? He's a hot mess." I shrug. "That shouldn't concern you. In fact, why don't you run along and play with Twice for a bit, eh? Cuz' I'm already real sick of this whole conversation." 

"Don't test the guy whose nice enough to keep us away from heroes." I tilt my head. "Nice is a strong word." I smirk, and she growls back, mumbling something that is and never will be important to me. Finally, I'm able to walk away. I do just that, slamming and locking my room door. The hangover I'm living in at the moment is making me just want to sleep until Tomura practically bangs down my door again. So that's what I try and do. 

I close my eyes but all that can race through my fucking mind is why I even bothered trying to get his life on the somewhat right track. It didn't work, I'm sure. This hangover must be getting to me. God dammit, I wish he wasn't so terrible. So terrible at trying to be terrible, I mean. 

Like, he tries to intimidate people here. And honestly? That was never going to happen. The only people he really intimidates at all are the heroes, and they don't even know him personally. I do. Ever wonder why I'm completely fine sleeping in the room next to a guy who could literally disintegrate me? 

Because he wouldn't fucking do that. He's barely even old enough to drink, which is most likely why he never does. Because of course,  he can fight heroes and peace and such, but as soon as it comes to alcohol it's always either: 'Get that out of my face, it's disgusting.' or, 'I'm twenty, you're setting me on the road to becoming like you, and that's utterly nauseating.' 

But it's horrible. Sometimes just hearing one of his weirdly phrased rude-ass comments on how I dress, or drink, or whatever the fuck it was that time, makes me feel actually decent on shitty days. God, it's love. I know it's love. I'm trying to push it down. He's my boss. I'm four years older than him. But at this point, I'm even starting to lie to myself about how I feel about him. 

I fucking love-hate that bitch and it's staying that way until I can actually do something about it.