(Why did my phone make that all capital? No idea. Must be important)
Maybe Shigadabi because I’m a predictable wench or Skeptic/Nia. Dealers choice. Whatever sparks the most joy!
Welllllll, since you asked for both, how about I do both then? 8D
It's quiet as all hell for once when he approaches the door to the hideout. No chattering voices on the other side of the cracked walls. The silence was almost enough to make Dabi reconsider walking in, suspicious of this calmness, but otherwise deciding that he didn't care that badly if this was some trap waiting for him. He wanted to find a dark corner to peel off his jacket, toss it aside, and rest his eyes for a little while.
The ominous quiet is matched by the pitch black that meets his eyes when he slides the door open. There's a few hints of light; the spiderwebbed window that let some of the moonlight in, and the faint glow of something electronic. A beacon of artificial light that bounced off of pasty skin, making it look almost blue in the darkness and for once he didn't have that ugly ass dead hand sitting on his face.
Sucking in a breath, he slams the door shut behind him to get the other to look up from his videogame. The icy stare he receives for his actions is enough to make whatever sensation he had left in his skin to prickle up as his muscles contract. He shakes it off, sloughing his jacket off of his shoulders and throwing it onto the free cushion on that rotted sofa that Shigaraki had become so cozy with.
"Awful quiet 'round here, where's the rest of the weirdos go?"
Slinking around to the backside of the sofa, he bends himself low enough to rest his elbows on the back cushions on either side of his head. It gave him a bird's eye view of some newer rpg that he had been playing, and the faint smell of dirt that came from his hair.
"Toga wanted to see a movie, so the others went along with her." His scratchy voice relayed the irritating news with that same indifference that drives him up the wall. What a bunch of lazy jerks, sitting around on their asses while he was doing the hard work all the time.
"Forreal? You let them waste their time on that shit while I'm busting my ass looking for new recruits?"
Shigaraki shuts off his handheld console and the darkness around them grows deeper. Without any working lights in this damned hellhole, all they had left was moonlight. A disarming stillness settles into the musty air and he can't react fast enough when one of those dangerous hands latches into his wrist and pulls him down. A sharp pang of pain shoots up through his spine at the sudden bend but before he can get the chance to complain or pull back, it's the proximity that Dabi zeroes in on. Shigaraki half turns in his seat to face him now that he was forced down to his level.
"You looking for some kind of reward for running fetch quests that I didn't even send you on?" He drops his voice low, almost like it's a secret conversation that they're having. "Were you wanting me to get down and suck your dick and call you a good boy for being so productive?"
The heat from his skin drops down into his stomach and he can't tell if it's shame or arousal that's doing it, or if it really matters what the difference was at this point. His mouth feels dry as he stares back into those red eyes that are gazing through him. As much as he doesn't want to break the contact with their stare, he does end up flickering his sights down towards his lips, only for a fraction of a second. Hoping that Shigaraki didn't notice but deep down knowing he's already seen right through his shit.
"Yeah, well, now that you mention it, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea." Dabi tries to play it off, however he feels like he's rotting from the inside. It wouldn't kill him to get some validation, and now he's pretty damn glad the rest of them were gone for now.
Another abrupt tug and Shigaraki forces their lips together in a violent clash. Even their affection was harsh, a rough connection made more maddening when he runs his tongue along his lips before forcing them to part with the appendage. It's sloppy, a spit-soaked desperation that showed their shared lack of experience but all the need for something that he doesn't want to put a name to.
The pounding of his heartbeat in his ears drowns out the sliding door to the hideout, but it doesn't miss the voice that cuts through their private moment.
"Hey, I'm... back, the movie... wasn't my thi-AH....!"
Shigaraki twists his head back around, although not with any sense of urgency. The space case standing frozen in the doorway watches them like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck, like her whole life was flashing before her eyes. A trail of saliva connecting their lips moves with him, breaking when he speaks.
"Go do something else for a little bit. Can't you see we're busy?"
Dabi glares at her as she nods, struggling to get out of the doorway as quickly as she can and slamming it behind her. He would have thought it might have killed the moment, but Shigaraki was already pulling him down again for more.
"Now we've got some time to really compensate you."
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With his open laptop cradled in his arm, he loops through the security feed one more time to confirm her location. It wasn't difficult to find where Nia was, yet he was surprised to find that she had been there for an entire hour without moving. Either that or the camera in the training gymnasium had broken but he highly doubts that.
Skeptic's suspicions are confirmed when he forces open the door to find her just laying there on the floor. He gently closes his laptop, holding it under his arm as he approaches the downed woman. Not a single movement or sign of life as he steps up to her, but after a moment she pulls his eyes open to stare up at him.
"Ah.... I am fearful... when I behold that myriad-eyed herdsman.... He travels onward with... his crafty gaze upon me; not... even in death does the earth... conceal him, but passing... from the shades... he hounds me, the forlorn one...." She rambles some strange text to him as a greeting. He's stopped questioning what she means by these things, there's little logic to be found in her but always some strange kind of connotation.
"Your training ended an hour ago, why are you still here?" Tomoyasu sticks to the straight questions instead, watching as her weary smile withers, and she sighs deeply while forcing herself to sit up.
"Oh, I... don't know, just... questioning my life choices...."
That makes him raise his brow, squatting down to be closer to her level. Now that he was up close, he could see how bruised up she was. Patches of purple and blue littered over the visible parts of her skin. He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth together to keep back the apprehension. They wouldn't put her through anything that they didn't believe that she couldn't handle, and in the long run it was going to benefit them all. Re-Destro was a reliable mentor and her Meta Ability had too much potential to waste.
"A bit dramatic for some battle training, don't you think?"
Tomoyasu winces at the pained way she breathes out when she moves. From here he can even see the dithering of white that was spreading sporadically through the roots of her hair that was more obvious now than before. He makes a mental note to bring it up at a better time, but for now he sets his laptop on the floor with them and slides it aside.
"Yeah, I guess.... I'm just... kind of sick of... having to get beat up... all the time...."
Hard to argue with that. His presence was never required on the front lines and Skeptic was not at all envious of the vigorous routines that their soldiers went through. And she was at the distinct disadvantage of starting out late. From what they know, Nia's only formal training came from fighting that giant of a beast out in the mountains for a month.
"You're body will adjust, you're still catching up but... there's been a lot of progress. We wouldn't be wasting our time on it if we didn't think that it wasn't worth it."
That gloomy visage of hers brightens up, the red flush rising up to her round cheeks.
"Ah, you're really... sweet when you want to be...."
"I'm being objective. I've been keeping my eye on your combat data a-ACK." He doesn't finish getting out the words before she tackles him onto the gym floor. Her weight forces the wind out of his lungs, arms messily wrapped around his neck as she starts pressing kiss after kiss against whatever part of his face that she can reach.
"N-not here! Do you have any idea what the word 'discrete' is supposed to mean or do you not care?" No amount of his complaining gets her to stop, but it does make her silence him with a ravenous kiss that is enough to momentarily shut-down his brain to their surroundings.
"Woah there, that doesn't look like any kind of fighting that I know."
Nia snaps up but he's still trying to get his bearings back, blearily focusing in on the two figures standing over them. A wide smile stretched over a stapled face, and Geten stays silent but underneath the shadowed cover of his hood he can see his bewildered, glowing eyes.
"Silence! And just what do you two think you're doing in here? Did you get approval to use the facilities or are you loitering around when you should be doing something else?"
"Chill out, geek squad, I was gonna have the human freezer show me some moves. Nice lipstick, by the way."
Using the back of his hand, Tomoyasu wipes at his lips and is dismayed to see a smear of black staining his skin. It was, in fact, all over his face. Shooting a glare at Nia, she simply offers an apologetic smile.
i think this video here deserves its own post on kamislop.com because this is my equivalent of snorting a line i lost count of how many times i've watched it today alone
my roman empire is how Tomura and Touya were both so consumed by hatred for themselves, their family, and what they could have been; and in the end, they both ended up finding some semblance of peace and accountability for their horrible actions, which allowed them to move on from their total hatred.
Touya’s act of “accountability” was him realizing how similar him and Shouto were when he found out him and his brother shared something so simple yet profound as a favorite food, when Touya was so desperate to divide Shouto from him as “Endeavor’s masterpiece” and it shattered him when he finally saw Shouto as a human, a CHILD, rather than just his replacement. And then APOLOGIZED. For someone who was hellbent on killing and destroying his entire family with no remorse and pure selfishness, Touya sincerely apologizing was his version of accountability, even if it wasn’t prison like Spinner and Compress, or immediate death like Himiko.
Tomura’s act of accountability (in a way) was his final speech to Izuku, and urging him to do his best. Rather than wishing him death or destruction, he helped defeat All for One alongside Izuku and let his vestige die out, content with getting his body back, even if he couldn’t destroy Izuku’s arms. His final act of accountability was death, even when his sole mission was to destroy everything.
They fuck me up so bad. They’re literally two sides of the same coin 💔
