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It wasn’t long after Dabi joined the League of Villains that Shigaraki noticed how late Dabi would stay at the headquarters. How he spent a long time in the bathroom of the bar when he got there and before he left. How he seemed desperate to eat anything Kurogiri put in front of him on the bar counter.
That’s when Shigaraki happened to leave the bar shortly after Dabi and while on his usual route to his apartment. He happened to trail a bit behind Dabi who was presumably heading to his own house. That’s when Dabi took a sudden turn and he noticed Dabi going to a park. He didn’t know why he should care, but he was curious what Dabi was up to. So he trailed Dabi and found him laying on a park bench, pitifully wrapping his long black coat around himself. It was a cold winter night after all. Even Shigaraki who was somewhat used to cold temperatures had his coat pulled tight to himself.
Seeing Dabi trying to sleep on that park bench didn’t take much time for Shigaraki to figure out where Dabi had been “living” at all this time.
“Come with me, Patchwork” Shigaraki said in a cold and demanding voice.
“What the fuck?” Dabi yelped and sat up. He was sitting in his usual stooped over position. “Were you following me?”
“You are gonna be following me,” Shigaraki said. “Get up.”
He didn’t know quite why he cared so much. I mean he really didn’t like the guy. Half the time he came in high smelling like cheap weed. He didn’t even do what he asked him most of the time. Dabi would just goof around with Toga most of the time. He really was not a good member of the League of Villians. But for some reason Shigaraki couldn’t seem to get rid of the guy.
And now that he found out where Dabi was “living” he felt like as the leader of the League he was obligated to do something.
“That an order, leader?” Dabi quipped with a sheepish grin.
“Yes,” Shigaraki said and he started walking in the direction of his apartment, turning around for a moment to see that despite how defiant Dabi usually was—he was in fact following him. He figured Dabi must be a bit desperate and so this was one thing he couldn’t turn down—a home.
On the way to the apartment it dawned on him that he might have opened a can of spoiled worms. I mean how long was Dabi going to stay here? He guessed that was something he could figure out in the morning. But at the moment, leaving Dabi on that park bench was like leaving a feisty, fiery kitten out in the cold, and even Shigaraki wasn’t that heartless.
They went to his apartment in silence, and even when he opened the door to the apartment and they both stepped in and took off their shoes none of them spoke a word.
It was a tiny piece of shit studio apartment. Past a small foyer was a narrow kitchen with a door on the side that lead into a small bathroom. So small it only had a shower and no bathtub. Going further into the apartment was a living room with a couch with a coffee table in front of it and a small TV with several game systems set up. There was a small division decorated in prints Shigaraki bought from artists that separated it from Shigaraki’s bed room. It just had a small bed pushed against the wall, an end table with his Nintendo Switch laying on it, and a dresser for his clothes.
When they both stepped into the living room Shigaraki finally said that Dabi could sleep on the couch as he haphazardly pointed in that direction.
“Fine,” is all Dabi said.
Shigaraki was so annoyed at the situation and as soon as Dabi sat on the couch he suddenly regretted his decision to demand that Dabi stay the night. He never invited or allowed anyone to his apartment. Even Kurogiri didn’t know where he lived. Shigaraki felt his fingernails scratch at his neck nervously, opening up previously open wounds and he didn’t really realize what he was doing until he looked down to see blood under his fingernails. Fuck.
Dabi lay down immediately and was knocked out cold it seemed. Maybe it’d been quite a while since he actually had a place to sleep besides benches outside.
With a huff Shigaraki went into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and stepping under the shower. It wasn’t a bath but it was still relaxing. Today had been a stressful day of planning attacks and such and having this person stay at his house was just a pain in the ass. When he got out of the shower it occurred to him that he had forgotten a clean pair of pajamas to wear. He was used to just walking naked from his bathroom to his bedroom, but with Dabi there that was absolutely out of the question.
He compromised with tying a towel around his waist even if it was a bit long on him, and stepped out of the bathroom. As he made his way to his bedroom he noticed to his annoyance that Dabi had made himself comfortable and stripped off down to nothing but a pair of black boxers.
Shigaraki never really found himself in this situation and he felt his dick twitch. He had known he was into guys for as long as he could remember, but never really had been presented anything out of just finding someone attractive. Of course there was porn—which Shigaraki watched time to time—but this… This was different, way different, and he found that out immediately.
He tried to walk fast but the sound or smell of Shigaraki freshly getting out of the shower must have woken Dabi because he sat up rubbing his eyes.
Shigaraki was frozen in place. He was always self-conscious about his naked body, even if it was just his upper body because it was covered in scars all over and he really was rather scrawny. He hid these facts under baggy clothing most of the time.
He also always felt like his dick was smaller than average and because of a combination of that and how most people seemed simply turned off by his scars and chapped lips, he never had been intimate with anyone. So, he never had a chance to be naked in front of anyone.
Shigaraki growled, “Go back to sleep” but when he stepped to go towards his bedroom he tripped on the trailing towel and it fell to the ground. He was completely revealed to one of the people he didn’t think that he really didn’t care for, but because of the sight of Dabi’s almost naked body Shigaraki’s dick was almost completely hard.
Shigaraki felt a palpable awkward silence and he was too slow to react and grab the towel. By the time he picked up the towel and put it on Dabi has seen everything and surely noticed it all.
Dabi looked surprised and had a crooked smile on his face like he almost always did and Shigaraki didn’t really know what it meant. That’s when he noticed that there was an outline of Dabi’s dick in his boxers that was starting to become noticeable and he wondered if he was feeling the same way he did. But Shigaraki was completely flustered and just kind of mumbled for Dabi to go back to sleep because he didn’t really know what else to say or do. I mean, what did someone do in this situation?
He could hear Dabi chuckling softly as he practically ran away. He finally got behind the division where his bedroom was separated from the living room.
He didn’t even want to think about why Dabi was chuckling. He assumed it was because of the scars or because he thought his dick was small. Judging from the outline in Dabi’s boxers he was maybe even bigger than average, and more than anything the thought embarrassed him.
He threw on a pair of boxers and jumped into bed, practically pulling the blankets over his head like a child hiding from a monster under the bed. But when he closed his eyes all he could see was the sight of Dabi in just his boxers and he started to imagine him without boxers.
That’s when he felt a weight on the bed and the bed dip in next to him. His blanket was still covering his face. He felt someone lower the blanket, and that’s when he saw Dabi crawling onto the bed next to him with a devilish grin.
“What are you doing?” Shigaraki yelped and scooted away from him.
“I think you should ask me what we’re gonna do,” Dabi said and scooted closer.
“Get out of my bed,” Shigaraki grumbled. He tried to stay calm. He realized Dabi saw that he was interested, and was now interested himself. Maybe neither of them had never felt that way but in that brief moment everything (for better or worse) had changed. But he wouldn’t let that happen. He was the leader, and this was his subordinate after all. And with all his insecurities he wouldn’t be able to let anything like this happen anyways. “You can stay the night, but you get the couch.”
“I’m just fine here, thanks,” Dabi said and lay on his side.
Being this close Shigaraki noticed that Dabi really did smell like cheap weed and sweat but there was some sort of reason that he found it completely desirable in that moment like he just wanted to be enveloped by Dabi. He shouldn’t find Dabi attractive. The guy had his face held together by staples and his hair was always a greasy mess.
But then again he figured that no one should find himself attractive either. His lips were beyond chapped. He had scars around his eyes, along with dark circles from staying up too late many times playing video games. His neck was bleeding almost all the time from his anxious scratching. Not to mention the lines of scars on his entire body.
He was left completely taken aback by the situation. He wanted to say something mean, something to get Dabi away but he was more concerned with why Dabi wanted to stay in his bed and do what he was assuming Dabi wanted to do with him, of all people.
“Why?” Shigaraki whispered.
“I think you know why,” Dabi replied and he shifted over so he was flesh against Shigaraki’s side, his hard cock pressing against Shigaraki’s side.
Dabi ran his fingers against Shigaraki’s face, dragging across his chapped lips and then drifting down to his chest but Shigaraki sat up suddenly.
This was all too much and he didn’t even know if he wanted this. He didn’t think he could be completely exposed to someone like that, especially someone he didn’t even really realize he had feelings for until now, and he wasn’t sure what kind of feelings those were anyways.
He felt like he might cry and his hands went to his neck and he was scratching at it again. Shigaraki didn’t even notice it. By now, with so many years of doing it, he didn’t even feel the pain. It didn’t even really help now, it was just some sort of automatic response.
“Woah, hey, are you okay?” Dabi asked and sat up. He sounded genuinely concerned and serious.
“I…uh…I don’t know…” Shigaraki mumbled.
“I’m so sorry,” Dabi said and wrapped his hands around Shigaraki’s hands and pulled Shigaraki’s hands away from his neck their hands both coming away with blood dripping from the shallow wounds on his neck. “I guess I read you wrong. I’m really sorry.”
But Dabi’s hands on his felt so good. He’d never really felt such a simple human touch. Usually people were scared to touch him because of his quirk, even with gloves. He was turning down the one person that seemed to be unafraid and actually interested in getting closer to him.
“No, I uh, I just…” Shigaraki couldn’t even get words out. He took a breath out. “I’ve never done anything like that,” he admitted and hung his head down, his fluffy light blue hair falling in his face.
“Really?” Dabi asked with surprise in his voice.
Shigaraki couldn’t even admit it, all he could do was nod.
“I’m surprised,” Dabi admitted.
“You shouldn’t be, I mean look at me,” he said laughing a bit and felt his eyes water. He couldn’t believe he was letting himself be so vulnerable in front of someone. He always tried everything to hide his real feelings.
“I do see you,” Dabi said and he lifted Shigaraki’s chin with a finger. “I think you’re gorgeous. Like, every part of you…”
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”
“I’m not,” Dabi insisted.
Shigaraki didn’t even know what to say. Was Dabi telling him the truth after all?
Before he could reply Dabi started to speak. “Here. I’ll go back on the couch, okay?” Dabi offered. “I feel like such a dick. You were being nice and letting me stay here and I tried to get in your pants…”
Dabi started to get up, but for some reason he couldn’t figure out Shigaraki reached out and grasped Dabi’s wrist. Dabi turned with a surprised expression on his face as Shigaraki pulled Dabi to him. “No…P-Please stay here,” Shigaraki managed to get out and the grasp on Dabi’s wrist tightened. He realized all he wanted was someone to be close to. He’d never had that and maybe now he could.
“I’ll stay as long as you want,” Dabi murmured and he lay on his back, pulling Shigaraki close to his chest. Shigaraki wrapped his arms around Dabi and lay his head on his chest. He felt so warm and he could hear his heart beat with a steady rhythm.
Dabi kissed the top of Shigaraki’s head, his hair still damp from the shower and he hugged him close.
It didn’t matter what was going to happen next. Where this would take them. How their relationship would develop. These feelings that was so sudden and new. All that mattered was here and now, and that for now at least Shigaraki finally felt safe and warm and accepted by someone for once in his tumultuous life.