Love Notes (Dabi x Shigaraki)

Act 1

*Spoiler* Dabi gets a little depressed/anxious, so just a little warning, but I swear it will be brought up again and is relevant to the plot.

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Three Days Later

Shigaraki P.O.V.

     Dabi and I were waiting for the delivery truck to come. We had covered up our tracks and took the necessary precautions to make sure the Coven wouldn't be able to get to Pa while we were gone. I instructed the League to move to a second, and way nicer, based in a forest nearby. 

     I look over and see Dabi shift into a kneeling position. His eyes scan the road in a focused daze. I follow suit and watch the wet paved street, because it had to rain on today of all days. I wasn't as soaked as Dabi was, but I was practically vibrating from the cold. I bite my lip and try to keep quiet, but I was seriously regretting not wearing an extra layer.

     Of course, Dabi notices, just my luck.

     "Did you bring a coat?" He starts pulling off his lined jacket and hands his umbrella over for me to hold, "I thought I told you to bring one."

     I look away embarrassed and take the jacket, muttering a thank you. Dabi went back to watching the street without his umbrella and coat, the rain turning the white fabric transparent. I couldn't help but watch the water reveal more and more of his scars.

     "Aren't you cold?" I ask, unable to tear my eyes away from the horrible, yet somewhat beautiful painting that made up his back.

     "Not really, my quirk helps keep myself warm," Dabi pulls the collar of his shirt to loosen it's grip on his neck, "how about you? Are you warmer now?"

     I chuckle softly and pull the sides of the jacket closer together, "Yeah, I'm better. Just worried about you, you're hardly wearing anything and I feel bad."

     "Would you prefer it if I wore less?" Dabi jokes and pokes my shoulder playfully. I start imagining it and I feel my face heat up.

     "Shush," I focus back on the road and hear the rumble of a car engine. Right before it turns the corner, Dabi and I jump onto the back of the truck. He starts climbing onto the top of the vehicle and offers his hand when he reaches the top. I take his hand, gripping onto it tightly, and lift myself up.

      I make my way onto the center of the roof and try to imagine the layout of the boxes. I make a rough estimate of where to make our decent and trace a circle with my hand, leaving a ring of decay. Dabi crawls over and starts a small flame on the tip of his finger and starts melting the metal. After a few seconds, he pushes on it slightly and the metal caves and falls with a clang.

      Dabi slips into the truck and waits for me at the bottom. I slide my legs into the car and drop into the car. Dabi pulls me to the side and kneels down behind a stack of packages. I don't know if this is on purpose or not, but he had pulled me close to his chest and I could hear his heartbeat and breathing. It was oddly calming, and I could feel myself becoming more focused, I look up at Dabi trying to read his face. He admitted he had feelings for me, but was this what he was feeling? A sense of safety, warmth, and... happiness.

     I shake my head and try to focus back on the mission, but I didn't push Dabi away.

Dabi P.O.V.

      This is a disaster. No, let me rephrase that, I'm a disaster.

      I pulled Tomura way to close to me and he is probably going to kill me after this. Then again, we have been sitting here for about five minutes and he still hasn't tried to shove me away.

      Here I am, getting my hopes up again. This is why I am single, I over exaggerate the tiniest things and confuse them with romantic attraction. I should back off, he doesn't like me anyways. We share Ma and Pa in common and that is the only reason he even tolerates me.

      I sigh and pull my arm away, not looking Tomura in the eyes. Why am I like this? I know he isn't mad at me, but I still can't push the possibility that he is from my mind. I take few breaths as my mind races thinking of all the possibilities, which range from "I am the stupidest person ever" to "I should throw myself out of this car, just to see how he would react". It dwelled on that last one for a while. Not because I want to see him scared, but because of me. That's it. I want to see if I would react. It's me who is channeling these thoughts, not him.

     I feel Shigaraki's hands slide their way around my waist and I feel him bury his face in my back. I jump slightly at the feeling, but I don't pull away.

     "I'm sorry." I look up at the roof of the truck, placing my hand on his.

     "No need to apologize," Tomura pulls me closer and loosens his grip a little, "you just need a hug, I can tell."

     "You aren't wrong." I chuckle softly.

     "Everything will be okay and we can go back to our normal."

     Our normal. Not living in the societal view of peace, but doing as we do, in our own kinda peace.

     "That sounds amazing." I whisper, closing my eyes to try and imagine it. Maybe less of the murder thing, but living day to day life in our own way, being our own people without judgement... 

     "When we get back, I want to talk to you about something, if you don't mind." 

    "No, I don't," I pause for a minute, trying to shove my mind into a jar to muffle it's painful suggestions, "I also have something to talk to you about."

    The truck pulls to a stop and we hear the slamming of the doors from the front of the vehicle.

     Tomura pulls his arms away and kneels next to me.

     "Get ready."