Love Hurts Sometimes, Babe

Don't be such a brat, kitty cat

He had limped to the bathroom at - well what he guessed was probably 2am - from both having to pee and being sure he wasn't ripped from the earlier...'activities'. Shigaraki was so fucking cruel sometimes that it even surprised a villain such as himself. He winced when he got in the shower, letting the warm water wash over his sore muscles and tortured rim, feeling for any damage. God damn, he ached.

At least he wasn't split again. Just incredibly tender back there.

The loud 'dhoonk' of the shower stall door sliding open snapped his head around to see a sleepy Shigaraki behind him.

"What are you doing?" He half growled, half croaked. Dabi glared.

"I'm showering. I hurt a lot." He replied simply, meeting the red gaze. He saw the powerful muscles in his jaw clench under the pale skin and Tomura stepped in with him.

"Then I guess I need one too since I hurt a lot as well." He grumbled, obviously mulling over something.

"From what?" Dabi sputtered, hissing when Shigaraki nudged him against the wall.

"From you." Was the blunt reply.

"From me?!" Dabi shrieked, quickly losing his composure, "What about all my pain from you?! All the times you never considered my feelings or comfort and you really have the audacity to -" he was cut off with a big hand slamming over his mouth, Shigaraki scowling.

"You betrayed me."

Dabi was finally angry enough that he ripped away Shigaraki's hand and yelled, "No I didn't! I avoided mentioning my past to you because it was a horrible fucking experience! You raping me and taking my quirk was all due to your fucking pride being hurt because I wouldn't tell you the rotten shit he DID TO ME you fucker! And..." he added quietly, clenching his fists, "...and you did things the same way he did with me too. Using force. How could you ever expect me to open up to you when you do shit like that? Like him."

A fist slammed into the shower wall beside him, breaking a hole through it as if it were nothing and Dabi held his breath.

"And how can you expect me to handle all that calmly when all I want is to protect and love you? Instead you clammed up and got belligerent." Shigaraki actually sounded rejected. It was kind of funny.

But Dabi said nothing. The stupid jerk didn't get it anyway. The worst he got was a couple smacks here and there, maybe a pipe to the face once. Dabi got his ass beat and handed to him on daily basis, being neglected and treated like a worthless load by both his own parents.

Although his mother never hit him, just avoided him at any cost. And that hurt too.

A strong hand took his chin and turned him to look into red eyes, moving him from past suffering to current.

"You have to let me protect you." He sighed, still tired and sick of arguing, the hot water intensifying his exhaustion. Dabi tried to pull his face away but the hold tightened and jerked him back, being surprisingly gentle on the staples.

"You don't have a choice." Shigaraki murmured softly, stroking the quivering bottom lip with his thumb.

Dabi slid to the floor of the shower, sobbing brokenly into his hands as the now bigger man just stared at him, watching him fall apart on the ceramic tiles, conflicted on what to do. Finally he crouched down.

"Hey." He quipped, brushing his thumb over the half covered cheekbone.

The only response was louder crying.

"Babe, come on." Shigaraki groaned, "Just let me wash us up and we can go back to bed."

"I - I just want to go back, r - right now." He hiccuped, his chest heaving from the emotion.