The Reproductive Horror of JJK Part 2 (Dealing with Trauma)
Part 1
Notes before we start.
1) This analysis deals heavily with topics of nonconsent, grooming, abuse, and reproductive manipulation. Please proceed with caution.
2) This post was inspired byย @hermitw and @tangsakura
3) Read the light novels. They are the equivalent of Bleach's CFYOW for JJK. There is a fan translation (Book 1 & Book 2), but I will be citing the official translations from my own copies.
4) I will be mainly using the TCB scans for the manga because of their accessibility.ย
5) Written as of JJK 265.
(Click images for captions/citations.)
Prefaceย
This was written with the assumption you've also read these other analyses:
Thoughts on Sukuna and Kenjakuโs relationship as of JJK 258.
Gojo's You Pronouns (Gojo's Relationship with Toji and Geto)
Please give them a quick glance at least.
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Some of you may have found it odd that a discussion about bodies being irreversibly changed and used left out Mahito whose ability quite literally irreversibly changes bodies for them to use. That was deliberate. Blame Tumblrโs 30 photo limit.
The previous post was actually about Mahito.ย
Mahito
For series that has a power system based on strong negative emotions, it is a bit odd that curses surrounding sexual trauma arenโt ever directly mentioned in this work. You could chalk it up to the series being Shounen and not Seinen. But that is precisely why I think JJK delves into the topic using abstract representations. It allows the topic to be explored in a way that connects well with those whoโve experienced it without being too graphic for the younger audience.
Though Kenjaku is a literal rapist, I argued the methodology and effects behind vessel creation resemble rape. Someone's body belonging to another through force, permanent changes brought about after experiencing immense trauma, being groomed into tolerating it as a natural part of this worldโฆย When I think of a curse equivalent to this, there is no one other than Mahito that fits.
The transfigured humans Mahito creates are through nonconsentual touch that strips them not only of their autonomy, but their clothing as well. These people are in immense pain from the distortion of their bodies and can never be returned to their original state. In this way, transfigured humans can be read as a stand in for victims of sexual assault.
I didnโt propose this idea first. The Tumblr user that inspired this entire analysis, hermitw, did so in this post (please read it, it's very good). This personโs ideas will be reiterated in this discussion and I will expand upon them starting with how poorly other characters react to their Cursed Technique (CT).
Breaking Composure
Mahito sets themself apart from other curses by how theyโre able to get under the skin of the most seasoned sorcerers. Itโs not because of their words but the transfigured humans.
Nanami is heralded as the no-nonsense man. Nothing gets to him. He is always calm and professional no matter the circumstances. Mahito's first interaction with him immediately throws him off kilter.
We saw how much fun Gojo was having beating Hanami to death and tearing Jogo apart. That stops entirely when the transfigured humans show up. Yuji can see it coming too. This is the first time during the fight that Gojoโs composure visibly breaks. His reaction to Mahito isnโt any better. There are no smiles and he looks to be in shock.
Gojoโs Six Eyes allow him to see Cursed Energy (CE) to the point where he can infer someoneโs CT at a glance. When he sees those transfigured humans, heโs probably seeing the extent of their pain in how the CE controls their souls.
I also want to point out that sexual harassment on trains is such a massive problem in Japan that they have special cars for women. Thereโs something to be said here about a train full of people that can represent victims of sexual assault.
This visceral disgust when it comes to Mahito isnโt limited to the protagonists eitherโthe main antagonist, Sukuna, finds them to be repulsive after a few interactions. In this instance, Mahito's touching of Sukuna's soul is straight up compared to a patron harassing a hostess.
Just like Gojo, Sukuna goes from having fun to having a really bad time in an instant.
I bring their reactions to Mahito up because there is something off about it. These are all characters that hardly balk at the gore and death brought about by curses. Itโs as if Mahitoโs brand of violence needs to be categorized as something else.
If Mahito is seen as the embodiment of sexual assault, this is in line with how sexual violence is separated into its own category for treatment and study. When compared to non-sexual violence, the lasting effects are so severe it's not helpful to treat it the same way.
And thatโs just what Mahito is. An exceptionally dangerous curse that Jujutsu Society deems needs to be exorcized before it destroys everything because barely anyone can deal with its effects. Likening that damage to something on par with natural disasters is significant.
Mahito as a Natural Disaster
Mahito is the leader of the natural disaster curses despite being born of humans. Hanami, Jogo, and Dagon are forms of wrath spawned from environmental damage brought about by humans. When nature, the ocean, or volcanoes cause mass death, people accept it as a part of living in this world. Sometimes theyโll go as far as to blame others for causing their own demise by living so close to it.ย
Mahito doesnโt seem to fit into this category unless you consider how widespread sexual assault is. In the US alone 81% of women and 43% of men reported experiencing some form of sexual harassment and/or assault in their lifetime. These numbers are likely higher due to the underreporting of this crime in general.
In 2021 it was estimated that 101.8 million people were affected by natural disasters or about 1% of the current 7.9 billion population. By 2050 some estimate that 1.2 billion people will be displaced by climate change related natural disasters. Thatโs about 15% of the current population.
Compared to natural disasters, sexual assault certainly rivals their numbers. But when compared to reporting? Itโs under discussed. People chase storms. Natural disasters are tracked extensively by the damage and cost. Nations build infrastructure and plan around them. Theyโre acknowledged as a problem that is to be dealt with. The victims of sexual assault get no such attention. Warnings against perpetrators are often ignored and the victims are something people would rather keep invisible.
Mahito is a lot like that. Able to go about unnoticed as they stockpile thousands of humans whose bodies disturb those around them. The transfigured humans are targeted first by sorcerers both because itโs easier and because the one creating them seems untouchable.
Mahitoโs effectiveness as a curse is their ability to force people to reckon with the worst humanity has to offer. They mirror every little sin and exploitation committed by others, putting it on full display with their manipulation of Junpei.
Just like Mei Mei grooming Ui Ui with inappropriate but gentle touches and praiseโฆ
Just like Kenjaku manipulating the vulnerable to gain access to and use their bodies, only to betray them in the endโฆย
You might call Mahito Kenjakuโs protรฉgรฉ. Really taking after all the worst aspects of that bastard. However, I have read CFYOW. Mahitoโs true source of inspiration comes from someone unexpected.ย
Allegory in Darkness (JJK Summer of Ashes, Autumn of Dust, Chapter 3)
Before Mahito met Junpei, they met a blind homeless man living under a bridge. Their interactions with this man fundamentally change their view on humans and their approach to breaking them. This short story is one of the most harrowing things Iโve ever read. The quiet horror of JJK is on full display here. Iโm not going to summarize all of what happens. Just read this.
This old man is so detached from himself and the world around him that he has essentially become nothing. He exists as a thing. This fascinates Mahito and they decide to observe them, forming a weird sort of companionship with him. Eventually, Mahito learns why the old man is this way.
Immense trauma. Abused and disfigured, the old man gives up on everything and in turn is freed from his suffering. Mahito likens his state to enlightenment Buddhist monks may achieve.ย
Theyโre not wrong about this. Buddhism is centered around the escape from suffering via detachment. But thereโs something greatly unsettling about this situation. Unfortunately that never gets addressed, the old man dies and Mahito oversees it.
And whatโs this? Right at the end. The old man appreciates Mahito for being there for him. His โenlightenedโ state is revealed for the facade that it is, causing his soul to waver. He appreciates that his suffering has been acknowledged by another and dies satisfied, leaving Mahito both in a state of mourning and with the perfect way to manipulate someone before they pass.
What a human is to Mahito.
Thereโs a lot I left out in my summarization of Allegory of Darkness. Mainly the little discussions they had to build a relationship. Theyโre centered around movies and books because Mahito uses those to understand the humans around them.ย
From their studies, they conclude the following.ย
Humans are creatures that eat, sleep, and rape while curses are creatures that deceive, cheat, and kill. But Iโd like to break down the kanji Mahito uses for their description of humans.
้ฃ (ku) is usually read as "ta" which is in line with regular eating. The "ku" reading is more like devouring and it can be a sexual innuendo.
ๅฏ (ne) means to sleep. And just like in English it can mean to have sex with someone.
็ฏใ (okasu) is the tricky one. It can mean to commit a crime, to break, to violate, to contravene, to deflower, to rape.
Translating this as rape isnโt wrong, but it can overemphasize the sexual connotation. Okasu is more about the nonconsent. Doing something against anotherโs will.ย
However in Mahitoโs case, theyโre most definitely drawing attention to that. The eat uses the ku reading and is next to sleep with heavy innuendo. Okasu implies an assault on a body that does not belong to them. With this in mind, I think eat would be best localized as consume to get across the greedy inconsideration.
This isnโt coming from nowhere. They watched such a thing occur first hand. That old man I mentioned? Heโs killed by two random men on a dare because they see him as something for their consumption. His body doesnโt belong to him. Itโs a thing for them to play with.
Kenjaku, a human, reinforces this behavior by having Mahito participate in death womb painting incarnations and other manipulative schemes. And in the end, Kenjaku causes Mahito to fall to the same victimization they learned from humans.
Mahito sees humans, not curses, as creatures that take without consideration. Theyโre beings that have made the violation of boundaries so commonplace it can be seen as natural. And heโs not really wrong about that in the context of this story. All the stuff I mentioned in the previous postโitโs both right there in your face and nearly invisible.ย
The acts themselves are never depicted but always implied. Itโs an insidious thing that goes ignored or is outright denied by fans. Anyone who has experienced these things, recognizes it, and points it out will be chastised for reading too much into it.
But can you blame them? The perpetrators are named. Theyโre goofy and strong and interesting. Their victims are footnotes with little presence and are sometimes outright denied names. And yet theyโre always there, just out of sight, suffering in the background.
How horrific that this mirrors a victimโs experience almost identically.
Mahito vs Yuji
The first time Yuji kills a human, itโs as a mercy. At the request of the transfigured human, Yuji puts them out of their misery.
Itโs a sin Nanami has been trying to protect Yuji from as a child and Mahito forces it on him with a cruel choice between leaving them to suffer or ending it for them. Yuji chooses to liberate them from suffering.
I think Yuji is able to see the outline of Mahitoโs soul, not because of Sukuna, but because he is willing to see Mahito for what they are and face them head on. He doesnโt hide how the transfigured humans or deaths affect him. He cries over them and carries on with that hurt.ย
And itโs painful. Yuji vomits and wails on the floor. But he deals with it. Unlike his mentors who bury their emotions and pretend everything is ok.
This is what makes Yuji fundamentally incompatible with Mahito. He is the exception that wonโt allow Mahito to go unnoticed and slip away. He does it for their victims and himself. And still Mahito taints him. Yuji starts to see himself as a cog no different than Mahito.
He carries that mentality until he finally confronts Sukuna in JJK 265. Acknowledging why he started thinking that way in the first place, moving past it and onto something better.ย
Thatโs what I love about Yuji the most. To him, anyoneโs trauma will never be invisible.
And the horror persistsโฆ
Even though Yuji is this tiny beacon of hope in this rather depressing narrative, thereโs still so much he can do as a 15 year old boy. The trauma he takes on and deals with is only for those he was witnessed or has been told of. This means a lot of the characters donโt have their grievances addressed in a way that gives me comfort.ย ย
The old man under the bridge may have died satisfied, but I canโt stop thinking about him. His suffering and isolation masked by numbness went on for decades. The happiness he experienced at the end was for seconds. And the worst of the worst, Mahito, was the one to comfort himโฆ
I can't stop thinking about the old man under the bridge.
Thereโs a lot I left out in my summarization of Allegory in Darkness. I really wanted to include more, but I found it to not fit into the rest of this discussion. Strange little bits of dialogue like these.
When I read these passages, a single question lingers in my mind.ย ย
Why does this man resemble Sukuna?ย
I lied. This post is actually about Sukuna.
Letโs go back to that homeless old man under the bridge. Mahito admires him as enlightened, but anyone can his state is mortifying. He has coped with the abuse, disfigurement, and suffering by becoming nothing. No different than a rock. He has no name. Heโs not a person. He feels nothing. And the worst thing about it is how thatโs technically better than being tormented by those memories.
JJK asks how does one cope with trauma? And repeatedly this question is answered by most characters in one of two ways:
1) You let it consume all that you are.
2) You become nothing as you detach yourself from it entirely.
The old man under the bridge is what Gojo tried to and failed to become. As much as he pretended otherwise, his attachment to grief and love controlled him. Sukuna mocks him for this. Calling him painfully ordinary in the English localization isn't incorrect, but it strips away that religious context. In Japanese this kanji ๅกๅคซ (bonpu) can be read as Unenlightened.
The old man reached enlightenment while coping with his trauma. It worked for so long. But right at the end, when Mahito shows some semblance of care for him, those feelings he thought were shaved off cause him to waver.ย
A new question plagues my mind.
What the hell happened to Sukuna?ย
Itโs presented as a humorous thing. Framing Mahitoโs nonconsensual touching of Sukunaโs soul as a handsy patron ignoring the boundaries of a hostess.
Gege sometimes introduces character quirks as something funny before theyโre revealed to be induced by trauma. Gojo Satoru is the biggest culprit of this with his sweet tooth and manner of speech and childish behavior that desperately tries to claw back the youth that was stolen from him.
Sukuna has such an averse reaction to having his soul touched by Mahito. Heโs wearing womenโs clothes when it happens. Heโs likened to a hostess for it.
When we consider this and the quiet way misogyny and sexual assault is woven into this storyโฆ And how Gojo, the Strongest, was preyed on by older women. And how Yuki escaped having her body being used by someone much older than her by becoming strong. And how Rika, the Queen of Curses, is likely a victim of CSA by someone who was supposed to take care of her. And how Mai, a twin and a victim of CSA, creates a stronger twin by dying when she can no longer cope with her trauma.
I donโt like what this suggests for Sukuna at all.
Sukuna is willing to bond with all the other natural disaster cursed spirits, except Mahito. He himself became something akin to a natural disaster so it makes sense he liked the company of those like them. Itโs him rejecting the strongest of the bunch because of how their CT violates othersโ bodies is something I cannot overlook.
Jogoโs fire is so kind in comparison. The bodies he burns and the corpses he leaves cannot be defiled by anyone. Itโs what wouldโve prevented Getoโs body from being stolen. And hey! Sukuna returns the favor, burning Jogo in a way that prevents Kenjaku from absorbing him.
The easiest way for Sukuna to permanently scar andย traumatize Yuji is to inflict sexual violence on him or his loved ones. JJK does not shy away from having rapists like Noaya and Kenjaku do just that. A common complaint from fans is Sukuna not trying to manipulate Yuji into working with him. JJK does not shy away from having groomers like Kenjaku, Mahito, and Mei Mei (and to an extent Tengen) do just that.
Sukuna is strong and clever enough to do these things, but he doesnโt. I think thereโs more to this than a disinterest in sex.
Chosoโs mother faced ostracization for her unique body that allowed her to give birth to hybrid children. With nowhere left to go she wound up at a temple for sorcerers.ย Kenjaku took advantage of her situation and body, partaking in her rape to satiate intellectual curiosity.
Sukuna faced ostracization as a child for his unique body that made him a great sorcerer. Just about everyone who knows him has tried to exploit his abilities for their benefit.
Thereโs a massive blank in this parallel. What happened to Sukuna growing up to make him this way? Every time I try to fill in that blank with the information we have now, Iโm left with something deeply unpleasant.ย
When Sukuna has flashbacks, it only ever goes as far back to his time as Yujikuna. He verbally recounts his time in the womb and thereโs nothing else. The first time we see Heian Era Sukuna in full, itโs from Yorozuโs memory. And if you recallโฆthis introduction is him being sexually assaulted.ย
Sukunaโs fingers are scattered everywhere, fragments of himself are throughout the world and in a little bit of everyone. A curse that cannot be destroyed that only gets stronger with time. Heโs something that was repressed despite everyone knowing he existsโa victim of sexual abuse.
Sukunaโs BackstoryโRevised
Back when I theorized that Sukuna is an ex-slave, I deliberately withheld references to sexual abuse slaves are often subjected to because I felt it was too heavy for the post.
But seeing others theorize something that severe happened in part because of his CTโs name and spiritual pederasty practices at the time, makes me regret not including it. Please read the post by Tumblr user tangsakura that brought this to my attention.
Pederasty, if you do not know, refers to a boy having a sexual โrelationshipโ with an older man sometimes as a form of โguidanceโ. The most known form of this originates from ancient Rome and Greece. I put โrelationshipโ and โguidanceโ in quotations because children cannot consent to or grow from this kind of abuse.ย
Such a thing was common, sometimes socially accepted, systemic abuse in the ancient world. (Though a form of it exists to this day.) Japan partook in pederasty, even in certain types of Buddhist temples, prior to the Meiji Restoration in 1868. (Hereโs a video source on it. Be warned it's pretty upsetting.)
And in most of these societies that accepted pederasty, a relationship between two men of equal standing was frowned upon or not tolerated at all. The imbalance of power and exploitation of children was the socially acceptable thing. Despite, you know, the resulting trauma and suicides of the victims.
As discussed in the linked video, the children at these temples were seen as pure and therefore closer to Buddha. Since celibacy between human monks was expected, fetishizing these children as gods allowed for the mental gymnastics to justify molesting them.ย
Thatโs not too surprising. Organized religion with massive followings all have it in commonโthe sexual abuse of minors and tolerating it or covering it up. Whatโs striking about this abuse is that it was considered important to or even necessary for enlightenment by some sects. Their suffering brought about enlightenment.ย
Mini crash course for those not familiar with Buddhism. There are 4 Noble Truths that are foundational to this religion. (Copy and pasted from Wikipedia.)
1) Dukkha: Suffering exists: Life is suffering. Suffering is real and almost universal. Suffering has many causes: loss, sickness, pain, failure, and the impermanence of pleasure.'Dukkha: Suffering exists: Life is suffering. Suffering is real and almost universal. Suffering has many causes: loss, sickness, pain, failure, and the impermanence of pleasure.
2) Samudaya: There is a cause of suffering. Suffering is due to attachment. It is the desire to have and control things. It can take many forms: craving of sensual pleasures; the desire for fame; the desire to avoid unpleasant sensations, like fear, anger or jealousy.
3) Nirodha: There is an end to suffering. Attachment can be overcome. Suffering ceases with the final liberation of Nirvana. The mind experiences complete freedom, liberation and non-attachment. It lets go of any desire or craving.
4) Magga: In order to end suffering, follow the Eightfold Path.
Per the 3rd Noble Truth, enlightenment comes from the end of suffering, not its continuation. The idea that suffering is needed for enlightenment contradicts this Truth. But thatโs not surprising either. I was raised Protestant and Iโve got a whole laundry list of how that branch of Christianity seems to have ignored the basic fundamentals of Biblical text.ย
What I want to get into is the specific branch of Buddhism Sukuna appears to have been abused underโTachikawa-ryลซ. Just as a heads up, information on this sect is limited as this person explains:
โTachikawa practice became forbidden and the schoolโs ritual texts were destroyed. As a result, only a few original scriptures and rituals survived the persecution, which makes it very difficult nowadays to fully understand the teachings of the Tachikawa-ryลซ.โ
(The wikipedia page is straight up missing citations so feel free to correct me if I get some stuff wrong.)
The destruction of records sounds exactly like what happened with Kenjaku and the Meiji girl. But the similarities donโt start or end there. This sect is accused of using human and animal skulls for rituals. And if you recall, Sukuna sits on a throne of oxen skulls. Other heretical acts included the consumption of meat, which at the time was forbidden. Another thing Sukuna loves to do.ย
But what this sect is most known for are the bizarre sex rituals needed for enlightenment. You know the thing Sukuna explicitly has no interest in. More excerpts about that from the non-wiki source:
โSince the idea of a world, created by the union of male (yang) and female (yin) elements, is the essence of cosmology in Tantrism, sexual union serves as the โreal lifeโ version of this dualism. In other words, sex is an effective way to achieve buddhahood in a relatively short amount of time (best case scenario: this life, โbecoming a buddha in this very body (ๅณ่บซๆไป sokushin jลbutsu)โ). Furthermore, much ink has flown on the description and discussion of a human skull ritual that involved sexual intercourse and the use of seminal and vaginal fluids to create an object of worship.โ
This melding of male and female elements is everywhere in JJK. Itโs a massive component of the reproductive horror too. Everything with Kenjaku is self explanatory. But Sukuna, who wears womenโs clothes, is currently pregnant with the Merger, and has a gender ambiguous servantโฆ Heโs a part of this too.
It should also be notedย that Tachikawa-ryลซ is actually a sub-sect of a sect. It originates from Shingon Buddhism. โฆWhich was first introduced in the Heian Era.
Here are some quotes from the wiki article:
โThe essence of Shingon practice is to experience the Dharmakaya, the ultimate reality, by emulating the inner realization of the Dharmakaya through the synchronized meditative ritual use of mantras, mudras (hand gestures) and visualization of mandalas.โ
Oh hey that sounds like what Jujutsu Sorcerers do.
โThe goma (่ญทๆฉ) fire ritual is an important and recognizable ritual in Shingon. The meaning of goma is to burn the firewood of delusion with the wisdom flame, consuming it completely.โ
Oh hey that sounds like Sukunaโs fire CT.
โThe most important Shingon mandalas are known as the Mandala of the Two Realms which are: The Womb Realm (Sanskrit: Garbhadhฤtu; Japanese: ่่ต็ๆผ่ผ็พ
, romanized: Taizลkai) mandala based on the Mahavairocana Sutra and the Diamond Realm (Sanskrit: Vajradhฤtu; Japanese: ้ๅ็ๆผ่ผ็พ
, romanized: Kongลkai) mandala based on the Vajrasekhara Sutra.โ
Oh hey thatโs Kenjakuโs Domain.
I wasnโt raised any kind of Buddhist, so thereโs probably a lot here Iโm missing. My point here is that the symbolism and historical context are in line with Sukuna enduring some pretty horrific abuse as a child. Itโs very likely that the way he behaves and thinks is one massive cope to rationalize what happened to him.ย
Identity and Trauma
Sukuna is a difficult character to grasp because heโs so unforthcoming in personal information. Heโs not once introduced himself by name and reveals fragments about himself in very cryptic ways. Most of what we know about him is from other characters. (Much like how the original writings of Tachikawa-ryลซ are lost and the remaining info is sourced from outsiders.)
To better understand him, Iโve been working under the assumption that other characters reflect fragments of Sukuna that will eventually fall into place.
Sukuna is like Maki. Consuming his twin to survive and becoming stronger for it.
Sukuna is like Toji. Discriminated against for the way he was born, he becomes strong enough to separate himself from Jujutsu Society only to be dragged back in.
Sukuna is like Geto. Falling from grace and procuring a cult-like following.ย
Sukuna is like Todo. Heโs completely self-centered and hates taking orders from those weaker than him.
Sukuna is like Mechamaru. Disfigured by birth, longing to connect with others, he finds himself at the end of a manipulative deal that promised him a second life.
Sukuna is like Kenjaku. He sees himself as above others and only wants equals for companionship. Other people are playthings for him to consume to stave off boredom.ย
Sukuna is like Mahito. Endlessly curious about the humans he was born of, he consumes their art and lives in an attempt to understand them.
Sukuna is like Yorozu. Obsessively pursuing a single person, trying to teach them love through violence.
Sukuna is like Yuji. Adapting to any situation with battle intuition like no other by understanding his opponent.
Sukuna is Gojo. I call them twin flames since they have the most in common. If you noticed, that homeless old man from Allegory in Darkness resembles Gojo a lot too. For this reason I often use Gojo as a reference to infer how Sukuna is as a character.
Gojoโs trauma that helped him reach his self-proclaimed enlightenment was Toji. And that was just normal assault. But letโs reframe that battle as something a little more abstractโฆ
As a teenager Gojo has his Infinity, a barrier that kept him safe, forcibly penetrated by a much older man. This both kills him and awakens him to immense power that irreversibly changes him. His loved ones can no longer recognize him and his relationships are destroyed by this. His ability to feel pleasure and his sexuality are contorted in ways that others find deeply perverse.
This is the plot of Baby Reindeerโan extremely upsetting semi-autobiographical recounting of how the creatorโs sexual trauma ruined his life.
But thatโs not how everything is framed at first. The main character, Donny is introduced as a man trying to report his stalker, Martha, to the police.ย
Martha recognizes that Donny has been abused. Maybe not in the same way as her, but similar enough to the point where they become toxicly attached to each other. She stalks him and assaults him in what she believes to be acts of love. You both pity her for her circumstances and hate her for the destruction she causes.ย
That sounds like Sukuna doesnโt it?
Sukuna saw something in Gojo he canโt recognize in anyone else. And I think itโs much more than the loneliness that comes with being strongโItโs having your body violated and no one recognizing or taking your trauma seriously because youโre supposed to be strong.ย
Tojiโs failed assassination attempt on Gojo resembles sexual assault in how Gojo reacts to the whole ordeal. He wants some kind of support but pushes everyone away. He craves touch but has a barrier to prevent it running 24/7. He both pities Toji and admires him, fears him and kills anything like him. His sexuality cannot be divorced from this incident, needing a good deal of violence to get off. Itโs too similar to how Donny engages his own sexuality after his assault.ย
But to my knowledge, Gojo hasnโt been raped. He went through something that resembled it and Sukuna picked up on that. During their fight, Sukuna essentially dealt with that trauma. He became a sort of Toji that satisfied Gojoโs perverse needs while tearing through the very thing that had him targeted in the first placeโInfinity.
This is the source suffering Sukuna seemingly liberates Gojo from with extreme violence like some kind of heretical Bodhisattva. Thereโs also something to be said about him using Mahoraga to do this.The Eight-Handled in its title is a reference to the Eightfold Path thatโs to be followed in order to obtain enlightenment.
And they both have this trait in commonโusing violence to guide others towards enlightenment, a perversion of the 3rd Noble Truth. Gojo just calls it tough love.
(And notice how Megumi recalls both Sukuna and Gojo's words as he grows from a difficult fight.)
I know that Gojo does this because of his trauma with Toji and his own โgrowthโ coming from it. Itโs one of Gojoโs many destructive coping mechanisms. Heโs stuck in the past trying to relive what was stolen from him. Like I mentioned before, Sukuna calls Gojo unenlightened for this. And if theyโre twin flames, I have reason to believe Sukuna is the exact same way.
Sukuna finds Maki to be the most compelling of Gojoโs students. And I think thereโs more to this than seeing aย fellow monster in her. Sheโs what he wants to be.
Not only is Maki free of the sorcery that ruined their lives, she has confronted and dealt with her trauma. She killed the source of her suffering, the Zenins, and has accepted the death of her twin she was so dearly attached to. And unlike her mentors, Maki appears to be emotionally stable because she did this in spite of her trauma, not through it. The sumo guy's compassion is what guides her. In other words, sheโs obtained enlightenment outside of violence.
Maki also succeeds where Toji failed. There isnโt anything left that would cause her to waver. She stays true to herself and remains enlightened.
That seems to be a recurring thingโcharacters deviating from their โenlightenedโ state through human connections that rouse their unresolved emotional issues and then dying. Tojiโs projection of his trauma from Jujutsu Society onto Gojo gets him killed. Kenjakuโs desperation for companionship has Takaba create the perfect opening for Todo and Yutaโs ambush.
Sukuna has started to deviate from himself because of Yuji. And itโs probably because heโs projecting his trauma onto him. If thatโs the reason both Toji and Kenjaku were felled, itโll be the reason for Sukunaโs downfall too. Just like that old man under the bridge.
Sukuna and Yuji
Umineko no Naku Koro ni (When the Seagulls Cry) is a visual novel about a person who is fundamentally misunderstood by those around them. They desperately want to be loved without being perceived, believing themself to be unworthy due to trauma and immutable characteristics given to them at birth. Instead of telling anyone these feelings directly, they play games akin to torture. They torment the ones they love over and over in hopes they'll see through their actions and understand them.
Iโve always compared Sukuna to this character, but for this analysis Iโll be comparing him to another from UminekoโRosa Ushiromiya.
The youngest of 4 from a rich conservative household, Rosa was subjected to physical and verbal abuse by her father and older siblings. As an adult around them she cowers. She shows her abusers respect they donโt deserve because of her social standing within the family and tolerates their jeering.
But with her little 9 year old daughter who canโt fight back? She beats her the moment she makes any mistake. As she beats this child she screams about how everything is her fault. Rosa projects her financial woes, her childhood abuse, and systemic misogyny all onto this child that never asked to be born. She blames this child for her own shortcomings that keep her tethered to her abusers year after year.
The sad thing is that Rosa doesnโt realize why sheโs doing this. She is unable to come to terms with her own trauma and remains stuck in the cycle of abuse as both a victim and a perpetrator, unable to spare her daughter from it.ย
Knowing that Sukuna and Yuji are blood uncle and nephew. And knowing that by technicalities, Yuji would be genetically recognized as Sukunaโs sonโฆI see that kind of hurt in their relationship.
Sukuna is a very good liar. Most take him at his word. He says that he hates Yuji for his idealsโhow he puts his life on the line in service to others. The things Megumi, Higuruma, and Gojo do as well. And yet Sukuna admires them. Todo sacrifices himself to prop up Yuji and save Hana. Sukuna calls him a true sorcerer for this. Itโs not unreasonable to conclude that Sukuna isnโt being honest about why he hates Yuji.ย
I think itโs because Yuji is somehow linked to Sukunaโs trauma through no fault of his own. And because Yuji is easier to target, Sukuna uses him as an outlet.
Weโve seen this scenario play out before in JJK. Mai lashes out at Maki instead of Naoya or all the other men like Naobito who enabled or partook in her abuse because itโs the safer thing to do. She doesnโt actually hate Maki. She hates what she has to endure at the Zenin Clan and sees it as inevitable. Fighting back is scary and she really hates doing that. If the manga didnโt make that clear, the CFYOW: Thorny Road at Dawn, Chapter 4: Advancing in the Face of Fear sure does.
Yuji isnโt a cage to Sukuna because he chose to be this way. Kenjaku made him for it and even manipulated him into ingesting the fingers. But you know, Yuji is someone Sukuna can attack without consequence.ย
I do not know if Kenjaku is the person who abused Sukuna or if Kenjaku merely resembles the person who abused Sukuna. Kenjaku is older than Sukuna, has a fascination with him, and has manipulated him. There are plenty of other characters that have been traumatized by Kenjaku.
Whatever the true nature of their relationship is, Sukuna is choosing to attack a symptom of his restriction instead of its source. Heโs behaving no different than Mai or Rosa which leads me to believe thereโs something deeper to his hatred of Yuji.
Yujiโs Role
I think that Yuji is aware something terrible happened to Sukuna. Heโs not really sure what. The type of abuse Sukuna likely went through is not common historical knowledge even in Japan.
For the longest time, Yuji regarded Sukuna as a curse and denied him his humanity. But as of JJK 265, Yuji treats Sukuna like a human. He takes him through his memories and plays little games with him. He rejects the cog mentality Mahito groomed him into and says this:
โI could very well be doing the wrong thing here. So I thought I should at least let you see the humanity of someone other than yourself.โ
Yuji is admits that his approach to Sukuna may be flawed.
And flawed it is. This entire chapter and offer Yuji makes to Sukuna might be one of the cruelest things he has done so far and he isnโt even aware of it. Yuji is recounting a pleasant childhood full of love and quiet moments. Thatโs something Sukuna didnโt have because it was taken away for reasons beyond his control.
This accidental cruelty isnโt anything new. It happens right before Junpei dies to an ability that resembles sexual assault. Yuji reaches out to him and asks whatโs wrong. He notices something is off and tries to console Junpei through it.
And here he apologizes for saying something so insensitive. He didnโt know, but he had to ask. Sukuna was there to see that.
I think that's what Sukuna wants from him. He wants Yuji to acknowledge he was hurt. To recognize that something happened to him and offer something like he did with Junpei. Itโs a bit odd that he humors Yujiโs kindness towards him instead of immediately opening his domain as a counter. This could be an explanation for that.
Yuji hasnโt given Sukuna the same treatment yet. In fact heโs done the exact opposite thing he does with other people. Yuji usually lets his opponent yap at him and meets them as they are. This time, Yuji is the one who does the bulk of the talking and he doesnโt give Sukuna a chance to open up about himself.
Thatโs not his fault at all. Heโs 15 and itโs not his job. The reason he thought Sukuna was a curse for so long is because everyone else told him he wasnโt human and Sukuna never denied it. But just like with Junpei, Yuji did something really insensitive.
Yuji showed Sukuna pity then told him to die or go back into his cage.
People picked up on Yuji being posed like the Fallen Lucifer painting. I think itโs deliberate this offer is being framed as villainous. If Sukuna is outright revealed to be a former slave or a victim of CSA, on reread this would come across as wicked.
It wouldnโt be the first time a scene goes from hype to depressing on reread. I loved watching Yuji and Nobara grow as they killed Eso and Kezichu. After Choso? That fight breaks my heart. Yuji has been manipulated into killing his own brothers and he didnโt even know it.
Yujiโs status as a cage is likely reminiscent of whatever bound Sukuna to the abuse in the first place. And thatโs what heโs offering. Death or existing in that state you could argue is much worse than deathโa state where his body does not belong to him. Where he is forced to watch a normalish life he canโt have play out for the one tormenting him.
The anger Sukuna displays at Yuji for this is something weโve only seen him lob towards Mahito. Hell, itโs the same kind of face Yuji makes at Mahito.
I think itโs also telling that Sukuna couldnโt feel anything towards the small things in life. Thatโs common for anyone who has undergone immense trauma. He was rather cordial about trying this stuff out until Yuji gave his ultimatum.
Iโm sure Yuji would give Sukuna more grace if heโd just be honest with his feelings. But this guy is no different than Gojo. He bottles everything up and gets mad at others for not intuiting heโs about to explode.
Strength and Masculinity
Baki the Grappler. This is a manga where men destroy each otherโs bodies as a test of strength. Itโs poorly written but the art is terrifying and I love it so dearly. Between fights of extreme violence and body horror the characters eat. And thatโs it. Thatโs the manga.
Iโve brought this series up before when discussing how fights can be used as a dialogue between characters. In Baki, many of those combat convos ask the following:
What is strength? What does it mean to be strong?ย
What is a man? What does it mean to be a man?
Various characters will answer in their own ways. But I want to focus on the man who seeks to challenge death.
This is a man, who after being raped feels like heโs less of a man. And he thinks that others will see him as less of a man if he ever admits to it. (This happens in Baby Reindeer too.)
In a misogynistic society, women are expected to tolerate sexual assault. Their identity is often linked to experiencing it. Men are expected to be perpetrators of it, not victims. This is why this character calls his rape being shown โthe woman within himโ.
Echoing this sentiment, Sukuna, in womenโs clothing, is quite literally referred to as a girl when Mahito touches him without permission. Itโs also treated as a joke. The Baki character doesnโt fare any better in fanspaces. If you mention his name, someone will eventually reply โYujiro Rapes Mid Diffโ. Itโs got an abbreviation too: โYRMDโ. A little in-joke since the fandom at large refuses to take his assault seriously.ย
This is probably why Sukuna refuses to even hint at his abuse. It fundamentally conflicts with his identity. Heโs the strongest sorcerer in all of history who would be mocked for being a victim. After all, he did just that to Junpei and torments Yuji over his helplessness. He perpetuates the cycle of shame to protect himself even though heโd benefit more from dismantling it.
And thereโs another reason Sukuna wouldnโt be forthcoming with his traumaโpredators will take advantage of this vulnerability and revictimize people. Itโs often why those who escape abusive relationships find themselves in another. Straight up, thatโs why itโs considered safer to not list out your traumas and mental illnesses on dating apps. Itโs safer not to trust.
But still, this is something you eventually have to disclose with anyone youโre trying to connect with. Otherwise they wonโt understand you or why certain things send you into a panic. And thatโs the problem. When is it safe to do that? When can you tell someone of this thing that makes you so vulnerable? Itโs not like you can show up to a first date and go, โHi, I was abused as a child. I need to make sure youโre not going to hurt me. If your voice rises above a certain pitch Iโm going to cry on the spot.โ If that somehow doesnโt sour the mood, they now have the exact tools to hurt you with. Thatโs scary as hell.
Sukuna has been destroying absolutely anyone that can have power over him, despite him craving companionship from those of equal strength. Gojo did this same song and dance with anything that resembled Toji until it killed him. Itโs a consequence of a coping mechanism this toxic. As long as they are strong, they canโt be hurt like that again. And because they are strong they must endure solitude. The loneliness is worth being safe.
Yujiโs approach to trauma is the polar opposite. He faces it and deals with it. In the same way Mahito forces sorcerers to see the worst of humanity theyโve been overlooking, Yuji is forcing Sukuna to reckon with something heโs been repressing for centuries. This is why Yuji can strike at his soul.
Outliers
This section is for characters I donโt know how to fit into the rest of this analysis and should be considered because of their direct relationships to Sukuna.
Megumi
Sukuna is rather merciful with his kills compared to other characters like Kenjaku. When heโs done playing with someone, they die. Heโll even be respectful about it in his strange little way. Megumi is the sole exception to this, putting him in a very weird spot with the rest of this analysis.
Sukuna forced himself into Megumiโs body through incarnation and has subjugated his soul. And though this has been better for combat as he wanted, Sukuna is noticeably more miserable. Yujikuna before the Culling Games is still the happiest weโve seen Sukuna. Whether this is from Megumiโs gloominess influencing him or Sukuna no longer having a goal to work towards or Sukuna incidentally retraumatizing himself by repeating the cycle remains to be seen. Maybe itโs all of this at once.
This is probably one of those things that will make more sense to me with more information. For now, Iโll focus on how Megumiโs name means blessing. Sukuna stole Gojoโs Blessing and destroyed it. And if Sukuna is Gojo, he has also destroyed his Blessing.
That kind of makes sense. Mahoraga, a representation of the path to enlightenment, has been destroyed by Sukunaโs actions as Megkuna. Adaptation is something that couldโve kept Sukuna entertained for a very long time since it would evolve with him. It couldโve also killed him and set him free. But he squandered that blessing when used it to satisfy Gojo instead.
Uraume
Uraume is also in a weird spot. They can gauge Sukunaโs mood by his CE and anticipate his needs in an instant. And yet Sukuna doesnโt feel fully understood by them.ย
Thatโs mostly Sukunaโs fault. He didnโt disclose he was a twin to them for over 1,000 years, so itโs unlikely they know the extent of his trauma. However, Uraume dresses like a monk and has the androgynous features considered desirable in the child acolytes that were abused in historical Japan. This could mean they went through something similar to Sukuna and share that connection. It would explain why Sukuna is so gentle towards them compared to other characters.ย
In other words, Sukuna should be able to trust them of all people with his trauma. Theyโre loyal and have always been there for him. So why wonโt he do that?ย
Looking at Gojo's relationships for an explanation, this kind of reminds me of how Gojo blew off Shokoโs friendship after Geto left. If someone that close to Gojo could betray him, why would Shoko be any different? Plus heโs stronger the more alone he is. And strong people donโt need help with their emotions. (Cue increasingly contradictory and destructive behavior stemming from a combination of trauma and toxic masculinity fuelled by questionable practices based in religion.)ย
Yuji differs from Uraume in how he has directly shown Sukuna time and time again that he is a person who can be trusted. Everyone who has admitted their trauma to him has been taken seriously. Sukuna sat there and watched Yujiโs soul never once stray from compassion. He may hate this about him, but Sukuna seems to know he is the safest person to be open with. I think this is why Yuji is being framed as the one to guide Sukuna towards true enlightenment. (Aka addressing your trauma instead of burying it until you no longer understand how it is influencing your actions.)
In conclusionโฆ
I want to emphasize that I am trying to explain why Sukuna is the way he is. To do so Iโve been rather assertive about his trauma despite it remaining unrevealed.
Iโm certain something really awful happened to Sukuna. Exactly what I donโt know, but itโs likely something worse than what all the other named characters have experienced. I can say this with relative confidence because of this:
Sukuna himself suggests he has suffered more than Yuji.
Gege has been very careful not to show extreme instances of child abuse outright. If any of this gets confirmed, itโll likely be vague.
But as it currently stands, I think you can read Sukuna as a victim of CSA. This sort of thing has always been in the manga, itโs just hard to see it.
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"Till Death, What's Left"
CHAPTER 1
Tomura & Dabi x Female Reader
word count:ย 23,000+
part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * ...
(A quirkless AU where after fleeing a treacherous incident, you find yourself caught up in the company of two strangers who also seem to have just narrowly escaped their own horrors. Unexpected events keep the three of you crossing paths. Maybe itโs twisted coincidence. Maybe itโs fate. And maybe, just maybe, the three of you could make the perfect trio to perform a string of robberies with payouts high enough to change your lives forever.)
disclaimer/content warning:ย 18+ content! minors dni! concept inspired by the music video for โ365 Freshโ by triple h, title taken from the lyrics, drug mention, drinking, sexual harassment/assault, violence, blood/gore, suicidal thoughts/actions, angst and trauma, jealousy, love triangle, the songs mentioned in this fic are "Audi A4" by MISSIO and "Johnny Wants To Fight" by badflower.
*i'm reposting this fic in hopes that it reaches a wider audience this time given it originally went up back when i was sh*dowb*nned. also because chapter two will be coming out soon and i'll be putting in a lot more consistent work into it throughout this year.
*ao3 mirror*
***
The alleyway was narrow, cluttered with stray trash cans and empty produce crates and abandoned pieces of furniture that were littered with holes, serving as a metropolis for the vermin that scampered through the dirty, downtown streets.
The clouds covered the moon, another storm likely on its way based on the warnings grumbling from the distant, low rumble of thunder, the air thick with the humidity of the summer season. Suffocating, almost. Each breath taken was labored, the acrid tastes emanating from the city laying heavy on oneโs tongue.
And, as painful as it was to draw in air under normal circumstances amidst this kind of weather, Dabi was running, his lungs burning every time he forced them to suck down more oxygen. His spiky black hair stuck to his forehead and back of his neck with a layer of building sweat, his old black boots nearly falling apart at the soles, brittle laces threatening to snap every time he got lucky enough to tie them up again.
He moved quickly through the obstacles of the alley, swiftlyโ like the stray cats that were spooked back into hiding with the sound of his fast falling footsteps coming nearโ but not nearly quick enough.
From behind him, the shouts were always right on his tail.
At the most, their angry voices were only ever the turn of a single corner away, at the least, close enough to grab his beat up old black denim jacket and yank him to the ground by the tattered collar.
If he could get to the abandoned apartment complexes further into the slums, he could lose his pursuers, weave his way through the crumbling buildings, his long, thin limbs slithering smoothly like snakes through the maze of gaps and holes that he knew so wellโ almost as if they were merely the halls of his childhood home.
Dabi wasnโt accustomed to getting caught. In fact, heโd only ever been sighted twice before, back when heโd first taken to this life after running away at the age of sixteen from the city that now loomed in the foggy distance. The beatings heโd sustained from the rival gangs back then, the near death experience of having his head kicked in by men twice his size and strength paired with the metallic taste of blood running down his throat had taught him to abide by one simple rule.
Donโt steal from someone you canโt outrun.
And Dabi was fast. Always had been, whether it be by wit or physical speed. But tonight, after enduring the beginnings of withdrawal from his beloved painkillers, his vision starting to sway, setting his balance offย just enough, he wasnโt on his usual game.
The real kicker of it all is that he could see them come into viewโ the silhouette of the rundown, deserted apartments only a block or two awayโ just before his next step found a deep puddle and his feet slid out from under him, body slamming into the brick wall of the connecting alley before the back of his head smacked down on the grimy, cracked asphalt with a sickening thud.
It took his chasers four more strides to catch up, jumping on him immediately and snatching back the cash heโd swiped before beginning the thirdโ and possibly finalโ beating that Dabi had ever experienced on these harsh streets.
His pale, tattoo covered skin was split with streaks of red, bruises blossoming in deep blue and violet shades across his face and body with every punch, every kick, every deadly impact from the gang as they told himโย promisedย himโ that they were going to kill him for this. The blood mixed with the sweat and ran in rivulets down his face, his teeth grit so hard with the pain that he feared they might crack.
But Dabi didnโt beg for mercy, didnโt even ask them to stop once.
He hadnโt the first time heโd been in this situation, or the second time, and now, he almost couldnโt help but laugh after his enemies left him to die lying in that alley.
They shouldโve killed me, he thought through his sinister hysteria.ย They shouldโve fucking killed me.
Because pain wasnโt something that Dabi feared.
Pain was like an old friend.
When he knew it was comingโ and even when the visit was unexpectedโ Dabi welcomed the pain.
Because the pain meant he was still alive, even if just out of spite.
But he needed to get more of his pills.ย
The pills werenโt the farewell to his old friend, pain.
The pills were an โIโll see you soon.โ
He liked the painkillers at night, when he was trying to sleep. Couldnโt sleep without them these days. But after a big break a few weeks back, Dabi had found himself with some extra time on his hands. More time to kill. More time to sleep.
So his nighttime hobby bled into the day, accompanied him through his afternoons and mingled with his lonely evenings.
Before he knew it, heโd found himself in a full blown love affair with the little white pills. His cruel, addictive mistress.
And he needed more.
Heย desperatelyย needed more.
Heโd do anythingโ had risked his life once already that nightโ and showed no signs of stopping.
After a while, he sat up with a groan of suffering, clutching his side where he was sure at least two of his ribs were broken, and braced himself against the cold brick wall of the alley to get back on his own two feet.
He had a bloody nose, a split lip, several other cuts and bruises marking his person, one of the more notable ones being a black welt under one of his eyes, the sclera dyed with red where a blood vessel had burst, contrasting starkly against his cobalt blue irises.
Dabi had already looked like hell on a good day andย nowโฆ
Well, at least he still had his boots, even if they were falling apart.
So he kept moving, preparing to chase the next opportunity for cash.
Because he needed thisย tonight.
Heโd lose his goodman mind if he saw the sun come up and his limbs were still shaking and his blood felt icy hot in his veins.
He was only a few blocks away from the nightlife district. Could practically see the red neon and blinking lights from where he staggered in the darkness.
So he started walkingโ limping, more accuratelyโ trying not to scrape one aching foot on the pavement behind him where one of the bastards had tried to snap his ankle, and slipped into a shitty looking bar where the light was low enough that the other patrons hopefully couldnโt see his severe state of appearance.
โHello, ladies,โ Dabi began smoothly after clearing some thick, blood infused salvia from his throat, slinking towards the main bar where he saw two lone women drinking with one empty seat between them. He slipped onto the vacant stool and draped his arms over both their shoulders, limbs heavy with fatigue and radiating heat from the fading adrenaline.
They gave him varying glares of disinterest and disgust, but Dabi didnโt mind that.
It wasnโt the girls he was after tonight, anyway.
It was the set of shiny car keys that were placedย oh so naivelyย on the counter next to one of the women, the black and silver of the key fob taunting him, begging to be swung around his long, boney, tattoo covered fingers, tossed up into the air, caught, and pocketed as he strolled out of the bar and towards his new ride.
That oughta sell for enough cash to fund his drugs.
โI couldnโt help but notice that you both seem to be alone tonightโฆโ Dabiโs lithe grasp inched closer towards the keys, slow and steady so as to not raise suspicions, yet it was killing him inside not to just snatch them and run. If not for the recent beating, he wouldโve. โMight I interest you in my company?โ
โWeโre good,ย thanks,โ one of the women shot back as she aggressively shrugged Dabiโs arm off her shoulders.
โAwww,ย cโmoooonโฆโ Dabi cooed condescendingly, eyebrows pulled together and lifted with faked disappointment. โDonโt be like that.โ His fingers were nearly at the keys now. Just a few more inches and thenโฆ
โDude, are youย deaf?โ the other asked rhetorically, also irritated at the unwelcome advances. โWeโre not interested. Now get lost.โ
Andโฆ
Just a little closerโฆ
A liiiiiiittle closerโฆ
Bingo.
โAlright, alrightโฆโ Dabi stood from the barstool, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets and beginning to step away. โJust tryna be a gentleman,ย jeezโฆโ And then, just as heโd played out in his fantasy, as he exited the bar and stepped back into the city streets, he twirled the keys around one finger, tossed them into the air, caught them, and headed towards the car whose headlights blinked from down the block as the unlock button from the keys was sensed.
โDumb bitch,โ he chuckled under his breath as he turned the keys in the ignition, hearing the engine start up as the radio turned on, pulling out of the poor excuse for a parallel parking job and speeding off back towards his part of town.
As the high of his success coursed through his veins, he caught onto what song was playing and cranked up the volume, the windows shaking with the bass as โAudi A4โ by MISSIO blared through his stolen car.
โI know youโre watchinโ!โ he called out with the loud song, approaching an intersection where the light had just turned yellow, pressing down harder on the gas pedal. โMy A-Teamโs rockinโ!โ There was another vehicle approaching from the adjacent lane, their light soon to turn green. โAnd Iโm not stoppinโ!โ He ran the red light as he sung along, laughing to himself when the other car slammed on their brakes and held down their horn at him. โOne! Two! Three! Four!โ
And with that, Dabi had officially crossed back into his part of town.
***
You were just closing up for the night, working the late shift at the privately owned salon and barber shop that youโd gotten a job at by a friend of a friend.
You fucking hated this place.
It always smelled like mold, especially after it rained, and the owner always gave you the jobs no one else wanted to doย on topย of the job youโd been hired to do, which had originally been to cut hair.
No, your misogynistic, ugly bastard of a boss didnโt even try to hide it. He made it plain as day what his real intentions were in hiring you.
You gotta get into all the cracks and crevices, heโd remind you with a sleazy smirk, watching you with hungry eyes as you got down on your hands and knees to scrub the floor.ย If you donโt do it this way, itโll never get clean.
He complained about having to come in to โcheck on youโ all the time, yet always found it in his โbusy scheduleโ to watch you do something as degrading as scrubbing in between the mildew ridden linoleum with a toothbrush. Always had something to say about what you wore to work, no matter what it was, and had even slapped you on the ass a few times before as a โjokeโ.
Too bad you needed this job. Wouldnโt survive without it. Not unless you wanted to go work at the cheapest strip club in the red light district just to pay for some microwavable meals and barely scrape by on rent.
Yeah, you fucking hated this place. You often spent your time daydreaming about burning it down as you snipped the dead ends off of peopleโs hair, fantasizing about slitting your bossโs throat with a pair of scissors or straight razor as he hovered nearby and watched you blow dry and style your clientsโ new looks.
But tonight, just about ready to walk out of this shithole that you still couldnโt believe anyone came back to, let alone couldย findย in its hole in the wall location, you let out an exasperated sigh when you heard the cheap, rust-rotted bellsโ one of which was brokenโ jingle above the front door.
โWeโreย closed!โ you called as you folded the last cloth poncho up and tossed it over one of the chairs. Then just to yourself you mumbled, โGod, canโt anyoneย read the signโฆโ
But then you sucked in a gasp at the sight of the large, lumpy silhouette that belonged to your boss standing in the entrance to the salon, clutching your heart as he startled you.
โIโm just closing up,โ you began as you caught your breath, wanting to get out of here even more now. โWhat? You forget something?โ
โNo,โ your boss stated sternly as he stepped further into the salon and closer to you, you instinctively taking a step back towards the sinks. โYou have one final customer.โ He sat down in one of the three chairs and you felt your stomach sink.
This motherfucker.
โWell, are you gonnaย do your jobย or are you only good for sweeping and scrubbing floors?!โ he snapped, shaking you from your creeping dread.
You grabbed your scissors and comb, trying to steady your shaking hands as you draped the poncho over him.
He was watching you from the mirror, beady eyes glued to the little bit of cleavage that showed from your button up shirt, only ever drifting to find your thighs that were exposed below your jean skirt.
Fucking pervert, you cursed him with distain, snipping away at his greasy, thinning hair as your rage began to boil.
โOh, and I want a shave too, alright, sweetheart?โ he added, mocking tone proving that he knew he was getting under your skin and enjoying every second of it.
Once you were done with his hair you grabbed the straight razor and shaving cream, trying to remain expressionless as you slathered his face with the white foam, refusing to meet the predatory gaze that he kept trained on you while you worked.
โYou better not cut me,โ he threatened with a leer, flashing the gaps in between his crooked, discolored teeth, some of which were missing entirely. You opened the straight razor, the metal gleaming sinisterly under the fluorescent lights. โIf you doโฆโ His hand found your thigh, sliding up to squeeze your ass over your skirt, making you flinch and grit your teeth, jaw flexing in venomous vexation. โYouโre not gonna like the consequences.โ
Yeah, well youโre not the one with a razor to my neck, motherfucker, you thought with burning malice.
You could see it so clearly, practicallyย feelย it as you sliced the blade across his fat neck, skin parting like a hot knife through butter as dark, dangerous red spilled out and drenched his pit-stained polo with gore.
You were sure that no one would miss him.
In the very least, you and your co-workersโ the few of them that you hadโ would be free from his fucked up definition of flirting.
But what would you do with the body?
Surely you couldnโt lift him on your own and youโd probably expend more energy than you currently had available to drag him into the alley out back.
And what about the blood?
You could try to mop it up butโฆ
โWhatโs the problem, hon?โ he asked in that patronizing way youย fucking hatedย when he noticed you hesitating. His hand began to worm its way up under your skirt, a few of his rough, thick fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties at your hip. โI hope you donโt take this long withย regularย customers.โ
Your grip tightened around the straight razor, face scrunching up in disgust and discomfort.
โHey!โ he snapped when you didnโt give a reply, his grip tightening on you as well, making you hiss through clenched teeth and finally shoot your gaze down to meet his. His sharpness softened then, as if heโd won something, another revolting smirk spreading across his thin lips. โDo a good job and Iโll make sure and give you anย extra good tip, ok?โ
You let out a slow, only slightly shaky exhale, and then, with the blade pressed to his neck, you began to drag the razor along his stubbly skin, careful not to nick him.
He took his hand off youโ for now, at leastโ but that did nothing to ease the fury that was expanding in your chest.
Itโd be so easy, the idea whispered ominously.ย Heโs in no position to run, no position to fight back. You have him exactly where you want him. Exactly where you need him.
Like a hot knife through butter.
Once you were done, using a warm towel to dab off the remaining shaving cream, your boss rolled himself from the chair with a grunt and went to inspect your work up close in one of the many mirrors.
โNot baaaaaadโฆโ he praised in a rough, sing-songy tone, again making a lump of anxiety settle in your throat. You tried to swallow it down before youโd have to speak to him again, if he found a way to get another response out of you.
He turned to face you as you refolded the poncho and tossed it back over the chair, huffing out a breath of annoyance.
But just before you could turn around to hurry past him down the short hallway and exit the shop, one of his big hands found your shoulder, startling you yet again. โNowโฆโ Your eyes went wide with terror as his expression morphed into something violent, something that spelled more than just unwarranted touching or sexist remarks. โHow about I give you thatย tipย I promised, hm?โ
He was pressing you against the sink counter before you got the first syllable of your protest out, your hips digging painfully into the edge while his growing erection rubbed up against the back of you.
โStop!โ you shouted, fighting to break free. โStop!ย Let go!โ
The straight razor sat open next to the sink.
โCโmon nowโฆโ he growled, pushing into you harder as he tried to hold you still, pressing your chest flat to the counter as you twisted and writhed under his grip. โDonโt be difficult. Thatโll just make things harder for the both of us.โ
Your blood ran cold, causing you to struggle harder, screaming out loud and shrill.
He slapped a hand over your mouth and you bit into his skin, making him curse and then rake his fingers roughly through your hair, grabbing at the roots and forcefully slamming your head down onto the sink counter, making you body shudder with the pain and then still momentarily from the daze of the impact.
The straight razor still sat open next to the sink, the glint of light off the blade blurring in and out of your spinning vision.
โYou think I keep you around here โcause youโre actuallyย goodย at cutting hair?โ your boss taunted through a short, curt chuckle, undoing his belt as he kept you pinned against the counter. โYeah, guess youโre asย dumbย as you are pretty, hon.โ
You reached out, movements sluggish at first, and grabbed the razor, sliding it towards you.
โMaybe you should work late more often,โ he had the audacity to say next, tugging your panties down, the sounds of threads tearing making your heart hammer in your chest with panic and your stomach turn with nausea. โMaybe, if youโre good, Iโll give you a raiseโฆโ
You began to push up from the counter, spine trying to straighten, the razor gripped tight in your trembling first.
But it wasnโt fear that was making you shake right now.
No.
Now it was nothing but pure, white hot, blindingย rage.
โLittleย slut. Always coming to work dressed like aย whore. You canโt exactly blame me forโโ But the next insult was cut short as the deadly end of the straight razor buried itself into the disgusting manโs throat, his sputtering gags filling the space where his words used to be as liquid red ribbons spurted from his jugular.
You yanked the blade from his neck, a spray of red speckling your face and front of your button up shirt as you winced and closed your eyes, more of the gore spilling from his neck from between his fingers as he stumbled back and tried to apply pressure to the wound.
You watched as he tripped over his own feet and almost fell back into the chair heโd just had you shave him in, but missed by a couple feet and instead smacked the back of his head against the metal arm rest before dropping like a bag of rocks to the linoleum floor.
The razor was still in your hand, blood dripping off the end of the blade that reflected the bastardโs final dying breaths.
He gaped at you with wide eyes, reaching out with his free hand and seeming to be attempting to plead, to beg for help or mercy or any of the other things he would never have shown you.
But you werenโt a monster like him.
You werenโt going to leave your prey to writhe and squirm in agony.
Because you werenโt a coward either.
No.
For better or for worse, you were going to finish the job.
Like a hot knife through butter, huh?
Letโs find out.
You approached him slowly, careful to stay out of reach from his grabbing hands that would likely pull you down to the floor by your ankle and try to get the one up on you again in his final moments. When you realized just how weak he was growing from the bloodloss, you straddled his fat body, probably giving him one last hard on before it all came to an end. Because the next thing you did was drive the razor into the base of his neck, right where there wouldโve been a dip in his collar bones if theyโd been visible, repeating the vicious motion until his struggling had finally stilled and he lay there unmoving, his blood covering you both, the light having left his squinting, rodent-like stare.
You stepped off of him then, watching the blood pool around him for a minute or two before the weight of it all came crashing down on you. The straight razor slipped out of your hands, which were trembling in fear now, all prior rage-fueled vengeance gone. And it was the metallic clang of the weapon hitting the floor that finally pulled you back down to earth.
โFuckโฆโ you exhaled through a shaky breath, looking down at the blood that covered your hands, hasilty wiping them on your jean skirt with splotches of red before rushing over to grab all the ponchos youโd just folded, throwing them down and trying to soak up all the blood that was continuing to pour from his person.
โFuckโฆ Fuckโฆย Fuck!โ
Thank god it was closing, but still. The night would only last so many hours. Would you have enough of them to get rid of the body and hide the evidence before tomorrow morningโs clients came knocking?
***
There was so much blood. Way more than you thought thereโd be, that was for sure. All the ponchos were ruined with a dark, rusty red. Discarded thoughtlessly in the dumpster out back where youโd painstakingly dragged the body to slump alongside all the trash it belonged with.
Someone would find him. There was no doubt about that.
But by then, youโd be gone. The shop would be clean. Or clean enough to buy you a little more time, at the very least. And youโd most likely have packed the few belongings you had back at your dingy, cramped apartment and skipped town.
You didnโt know where you were going but the one thing youย didย know was that you couldnโt stay here.
It had to be nearly two in the morning when you finally stumbled out of the shop, not remembering if you locked up behind you but not giving a shit at this point, hurrying down the short span of alley that would lead you back out onto the hopefully abandoned main streets, when the blinding glare of oncoming headlights stopped you in your tracks, causing you to freeze in the middle of the narrow road where a car was barreling towards you.
If it killed you, at least you wouldnโt have to deal with the cops hunting you down.
But it stopped with a jolt and a screech only a few feet before colliding with you, the driver inside slamming back against the headrest with the force before you both just stared at each other through the windshield with wide-eyed, surprised and terrified expressions.
Dabi noticed the blotches of red that were freckled across your white shirt, the smudges of rust on the faded denim of your skirt, saw the bits of blood that had dried in your hair and on your face where you thought youโd wiped the evidence away.
He turned down the blaring music and opened the driverโs side door, stepping out and looking at you for a moment as the headlights continued to cause you to squint and shield your vision with one hand, only able to see the strangerโs silhouetteโ a tall, lanky shadow with spiky, wild hair.
What heโd meant to say wasย get out of the road, but instead what came out was, โNeed a ride?โ
You nodded, trying to gulp down the remnants of the trauma youโd just been through over the past couple of hours.
โThen get in.โ
So you did, having no problem listening toย thisย man without hesitationโ well, you had minor hesitation, but stillโ though you supposed that this man hadnโt tried to assault and rape you.
If he did, you wouldnโt have your straight razor, but now that youโd done it once, you supposed you wouldnโt be afraid to kill again.
But he didnโt try to put his pale, tattoo covered hands on you. Just glanced down at the blood that stainedย yourย hands and asked with a sarcastically curious, โWhatย happened?โ
โNothingโฆโ you shook your head, trying to hide your hands by sitting on them, feeling the still drying blood sticking to the underside of your thighs, staring out the window and hoping that he would become more distracted by the road than your crime. โYou can just drop me off near the train station.โ
The man, who you now noticed had tattoos not just on his hands but pretty muchย everywhereโ the ink trailing up his wrists and arms, his neck, even some migrating under his eyesโ along with cuts and bruises of his own, and bright, clear, damn nearย entrancingย blue eyes simply put the car into drive and continued down the narrow side street towards where youโd directed him.
***
Tomura Shigaraki had tried to kill himself numerous times before.
Heโd tried suffocation, drowning, pills, leaning off the edge of a bridge and peering down at the drop that was sure to end him the moment his body hit the concrete.
Heโd triedโ and succeededโ at taking his own life numerous times before in the safety of his own mind. Took comfort in imagining his lifeless body lying still, undisturbed on a sidewalk somewhere or, better yet, in the comfort and familiarity of his own home.
And, a few times, heโd tied a plastic bag tight around his head and breathed until all the air was sucked out only to then panic and then tear it open, taking in big gulps of air and coughing out his impulsive stupidity.
Heโd gotten into an overflowing bathtub completely clothed and submerged himself beneath the surface, tried to hold himself at the bottom until his body began to convulse and his chest tightened in pain, only to then break through the surface and yield the same result as when heโd failed previously.
But tonight, Tomura had found a fool proof plan.
There was always traffic downtown, especially on the weekend when the bars and clubs and general nightlife scene was at its most concentrated.
So as he walked along the sidewalk in his beat up old red converse, one of the laces untied and threatening to trip him with every step, he tried to imagine which one would take his life.
Would it be a standard yellow taxi cab? A family SUV?
Or maybe it would be a nice, expensive, spotless sports car.
Maybe it would be red or black orโ better yetโ white. That way his blood would show up bright against the hood.
Yeah, a white ferrari might be nice, Tomura thought with morbid glee.
But as he stood at the crosswalk, the glowing street sign above his head blinking with theย WALKย symbol of the little minimalistic figure taking a step forward, he found the one that heย reallyย wanted.
It wasnโt a ferrari, but itย wasย white. A Mercedes-Maybach S Class with silver detailing.
And it was goingย fast.
Even after the light turned to yellow, the speeding car showed no signs of slowing.
Perfect, Tomura thought, bracing himself to step out in front of it at just the right moment.
The street was empty, aside from him and the car, the late hours of the night proving to be a little less optimal for his death than he wouldโve originally liked, but if this was it then so be it. Tomura was ready to die.ย
He was ready to not have anything around to stop him this time.
So he did it.
He jumped in front of the speeding car, his body slamming into the hood just as Dabi slammed on the brakes and skid to a halt for the second time that nightโ the second time thatย hourโ nearly killing another complete stranger.
Tomuraโs body flung back and rolled out into the middle of the street, laying motionless under the glow of the red light.
โWhat theย fuck?!โ Dabi shouted as he stepped out of the car, trying to assess the damage but not stray too far as he was still seriously considering just driving off. But heโd already stolen a car. He didnโt exactly want to addย hit and runย to his list of crimes for the night, though itโs not like it wouldโve been the first time. โAre you fuckingย kiddingย me?!โ
โShould we help him?!โ You were getting out of the car now, unsure of whether you should approach, seeming to be pulled towards the body and the car back and forth by an invisible line as you nervously shuffled on your feet. โGod, what do we do?!โ
โHe threw himself in front of me!โ Dabi snapped defensively, as if you hadnโt been sitting right next to him and seen the whole thing. โFuckingย idiot! Godโฆโ
โWell, is heย deadย orโฆ?โ You now started towards the body as Dabi scanned the area, pulling on his hair with stress and frustration. No one was around but that didnโt mean the accident hadnโt been seen.
The scrawny stranger who lay in a heap of black clothing and shaggy, silvery hair wasnโt moving, but still, you couldnโt help but hold out hope.
โH-hello?โ you asked once you were close enough that, if heย wasย alive, he might be able to hear you. You knelt down to his level, leaning over him now, trembling hands hovering above his body like you were afraid even the gentlest of touches would shatter him, cause him to disintegrate to dust.
But then the young man groaned and flopped over onto his back, blinking bleary, scarlet eyes up at you. He had tired eyes, dark circles etched in deep, and a scar that ran over one side of his chapped lips.
โOh my god!โ you exclaimed as the silver-haired stranger mumbled quiet, incoherent things under his breath. โHey! Hey, heโs alive!โ you called back towards the tattooed man whoโd nearly killedย youย not long ago. โHeโs alive!โ
Dabi remained by the car, his body leaning against the inside of the open driverโs door with one foot perched on the floor mat, halfway to just abandoning the both of you here and saving his own ass. โAre you fucking kidding meโฆ?โ he asked again, though this time mainly to himself.
โHey, can you hear me?โ you asked the person laying on the road in front of you. โAre you ok?โ
As Tomuraโs vision began to refocus, his voice began to return to him too. As far as he could tell, he was mostly uninjured. His entire body felt like it was just run over by a truckโ or, well, actually, it was a Mercedes-Mayback S Classโ but other than the constant aching soreness that made it hard for him to move, he was otherwise alive.
Unlessโฆ
โAre youโฆโ Tomura began. You leaned in closer to hear him better, his voice a raspy ghost of a whisper. โAre you an angel?โ
When you smiled at him then, just a tiny, slightly amused yet relieved grin, Tomuraโs eyes rolled back into his head and he let out an exhausted sigh. Or, well, perhaps he too should be holding out hope. Because if you really were an angel that meant that heโd finally succeeded in killing himself.
โCan you stand?โ you asked him next. In response, Tomura tried to roll back over onto his side and push himself off the ground. Your hands tried to guide him, to steady his body until he was on his own two feet and had an arm slung over your shoulders while you helped him limp towards the car.
โHey!โ Dabi shouted angrily as the two of you approached. โNo! Leave him on the fucking curb! I ainโt chauffeuring another person around!โ
โHeโsย hurt!โ you called back in protest, staring up at Dabi with a plea for mercy. โWe canโt justย leaveย him!โ
โListen. I said Iโd dropย youย off,โ Dabi sneered, glancing at the staggering stranger with revulsion. โNot you and some random guy who was dumb enough to step out into oncoming traffic!โ
โHey, where do you live?โ you asked Tomura, who still seemed to be caught in a daze, his weight becoming a little heavier on you as his body began to slump. When he didnโt respond, you just looked back to Dabi and said, โJust drop him off with me. Iโll figure the rest out.โ
Dabi stared at you both then, battling with himself on whether you were worth the trouble or notโ as if youโd ever been worth the troubleโ then gave a begrudging sigh, telling you to hurry up and get back in the car.
You opened the door to the backseat and helped Tomura slide in before running around and reclaiming your seat on the passengerโs side, Dabi taking off before youโd even finished closing your door and speeding recklessly down the darkened night streets once again, clearly not having learned his lesson the first timeโ or the second, for that matter.
You kept watch on the man in the backseat from the rearview mirror, who just had his head lazily rested against the seat, slouching down and not bothering to put a seatbelt on as he stared out the window with utter defeat. If it werenโt for the steady rise and fall of his chest, there were a few times you wouldโve thought him to be dead with how still he was sitting.
โHeyโฆโ you addressed him. He just shifted his crimson gaze to meet yours in the mirror. โWhatโs your name?โ
He averted his eyes again, staring back out the window at the ghost town rushing by outside. โItโs Tomuraโฆโ he finally answered after a long, labored breath.
You introduced yourself in return, only getting a simple, barely detectable nod in response.
โAnd what about you?โ you then asked the driver whose jaw was still clenched, back teeth grinding in agitation from the recent events.
โWho gives a shitโฆโ he answered rudely, narrowing his gaze at the road before him, running another red light.
โWhatever,โ you rolled your eyes. You didnโt particularly care either, you supposed.
โAh,ย shitโฆโ Dabi then said as he noticed the gas meter running empty. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then he continued with, โWho theย fuckย goes out with their tank this low?โย
While he was throwing a fit over the dwindling fuel, you were starting to recognize the area, only a few more blocks till your apartment complex, but you didnโt say anything as you could feel the driverโs stress filling the atmosphere of the car. And, with this guy, you felt like a simple statement of โhey, my turn is coming upโ would be more than enough to set him off right now.
Dabi cut down another side street where he knew a gas station wasnโt far. It was just outside the city, which youโd already been on the outskirts of, but Dabi wouldnโt be able to pawn the thing off if it stopped rolling the moment he parked it in the shady, underground garage of the illegal stolen car salesman he knew, so he had no choice.
Andย godย he needed his pills.
He needed the cash first though, and to get the cash he needed the car.
Fucking million step process just to get some fucking painkillers, he thought bitterly.
But he could complain and grumble all he wanted.
In the end, heโd do whatever it took, just like always.
โStay in the car,โ heโd said in a way that sounded nonchalant, but you knew was an order, slamming the door shut before you could answer and going over to fill the tank.
You looked back at Tomura, who was still gazing out the window in a daze. You couldnโt help but stare at him, tracing the lines of his scars with your eyes, following the way his wavy hair framed his face and the cool light of the street lamps illuminated his pale skin, making his scarlette eyes glow even brighter. A vibrant contrast against all the monochromatic shades that otherwise painted his person.
โHeyโฆโ you began, speaking softer that time, as if trying to soothe him. โWhy did you do that?โ
He didnโt respond at first, the only indication that heโd heard you being the slight widening of his eyes, the expression reading as if something dire had just occurred to him before dissipating back to exhaustion.ย
โDo what?โ he asked with a bored, tired drone.
โTry to kill yourself?โ
Tomura looked at you now, only his eyes moving as if the rest of his body couldnโt be bothered. But he couldnโt hold your gaze for very long, the intensity of your sincerity killing him in a way heโd never considered.
โDunnoโฆโ he lied, giving an awkward half shrug, wincing in pain halfway through and gripping his shoulder with one hand.
โWell it was a stupid thing to do,โ you scolded him lightly, causing him to shoot you another one of those feral, wide-eyed glares, head turning a little more this time.
โYeah, and what wouldย youย know about it?โ he challenged with a scowl, raspy voice a little more sharp now. A little more dangerous.
โI know that if it were me, I wouldnโt try to drag someone else into it. Especially not complete strangers,โ you answered, now wearing a scowl of your own.
But you werenโt actually mad at him, per se.
The way you saw it, even though you hadnโt been the one driving, you still wouldโve felt responsible if youโd just left him there alone in the street.ย
Besides, youโd already taken a life that night and one was more than enough for you.
So you werenโt mad at him. Just concerned.
Because, maybe, at one point or another youโd been just like Tomura. And, possibly sometime in the very near future, youโd be more than willing to throw yourself into oncoming traffic or off a building or bridge or, in the very least, swallow a bunch of pills just to make it all stop.
Because the sight of all that bloodโ the smell of it, acidic copper mixed with the chemical burning of the bleach stinging your noseโ and the sheer fact that, despite the circumstances, you were indeed a murderer as of a few hours ago, wellโฆ
The full weight of that was sure to settle over you eventually and, when it did, it just might be too much to bear.
โWhateverโฆโ Tomura puffed out through an exhale of annoyance, looking away from you and back out the window.
Only, Tomura actuallyย didย want to answer you. He just didnโt have the right words at the moment to explain it allโ that sinking, empty emotion that comes with feeling like youโre completely alone in the world, of having nothing and no one.ย
Though, a few seconds later, he perked up in the backseat, noticing something amiss as his skittish crimson gaze scanned the scene outside the window.
โHeyโฆโ he said, causing you to glance over your shoulder. โWhereโd that guy go?โ
***
Dabi walked into the gas stationโs convenience store with his hood up, his head down, and his hands shoved into his pockets.
First, he pretended to browse the chip aisle, strolling slowly as he read over all the brand names. Out of the corner of his gaze, he noticed a security camera. He wondered if it was actually on.
The cashier leaned over the counter and scrolled mindlessly on his phone, used to only a few sporadic customers coming in during the graveyard shift. He hadnโt even glanced towards Dabi when heโd entered, probably wouldnโt have cared even if heโd seen all the tattoos that covered his pale skin, that ran down his arms and up his chest and neck and face.
Maybe he wouldnโt care if Dabi tried to rob the place, if he took all the cash in the register and ran off either.
Because Dabi was even more shit out of luck than he had been at the start of the night.
Heโd lost that bundle of cash heโd stolen when those guys had caught and beaten him in the alley and the gas station console wouldnโt let him fill his car until he had proof of payment first.
Well, here goes nothing, Dabi thought as he sighed and marched up to the register.
The kid was still scrolling through his phone and it was only when Dabi aggressively cleared his throat did he glance up, face going white when he registered the man standing before him.
โUhโฆ Can Iโโ the kid began, but was cut off as Dabi began one of his most ambitious bluffs in a long time.
โOpen the register,โ he ordered with a growl, voice quiet but stern, pushing one of the fists that were shoved in his pocket closer to the kid, pretending to conceal a gun. โAnd hurry it up.โ
The cashier didnโt hesitate. He fumbled with the drawer and laid its entire contents out on the counter for Dabi to take, backing up and knocking down some of the cigarettes from where they were placed behind the counter while the tattooed thief stuffed the cash into his pockets.
When Dabi was done, he just nodded at the kid and said, โOh, and gimme one a those,โ eying one of the packs of marlboros that now lay scattered behind the counter. The cashier tossed him a pack with a shaky hand and then Dabi left, rushing towards the gas console, feeding in the bills, filling the tank, and then yanking the pump out the moment he heard it click, not bothering to place it back in its holder before jumping in the car and speeding away with a screech, both you and Tomura staring at him with wide-eyes, hands gripping the safety bars above the window as your bodies were jostled around with every veering turn.
โUhโฆ What haโโ you tried to ask.
โDonโtโฆโ Dabi snapped, making both you and Tomura flinch. โAsk.โ
So you didnโt. You remained silent for the rest of the drive aside from directing Dabi where to turn once you reentered the part of town you recognized. When you told him here was fine, he pulled over to the curb. โUmโฆ Thank yโโ
โGet out.โ Dabi cut you off. He wouldnโt even look at you. You hesitated for a moment, once again wishing that you at least knew this mysterious manโs name despite how heโd treated you, then opened the door to exit. โAndย you,โ Dabi glared at Tomura from the backseat, the silver-haired suicidal a little more alert now. โI ainโt drivinโ you around anymore either.ย Get out.โ
Once Tomura was standing beside you on the sidewalk, Dabi just turned the music back up until it was so loud you could hear โJohnny Wants To Fightโ by Badflower in a muffled blast from inside of the car and sped off again, feeling more on edge by the minute and needing to get the stolen car to his contact before the police had a chance to find him first.
And then it was just you and Tomura left in a perplexed daze in the middle of the night a few blocks from your apartment, everything that had happened up until this point feeling like some strange fever dream that you still hadnโt fully woken up from.
โSoโฆ uhโฆโ you began, awkwardly eyeing Tomura who was staring at you like an inquisitive animal. โDo you live around here too orโฆ?โ
โI donโt live anywhere,โ Tomura replied. โNot anymore, at least.โ
It had to be three, maybe even close to four AM by now. Tomura looked tired. You were exhausted. Youโd both had the same strange experience and just letting him walk away felt wrong, like you really would wake up tomorrow and forget everything, all the blood and black ink and silver-hair mixing together before fading away entirely.
โDo youโฆ want to come in?โ you hesitantly invited.
Tomura then seemed to snap out of his dead stare, blinking a few times before answering, โSure.โ
***
โThis is itโฆโ you said as you flipped up the switch by the door, the lights flickering a few times before illuminating the cramped studio. Tomura just stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning what little there was to look at before stepping inside. Neither of you really knew what to say now. What to do. When an awkward silence began to fill the space, you asked, โSo, umโฆ Can I get you a glass of water orโฆ?โ
Tomura then seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was currently in, flinching as he registered that someone was speaking to him and responding with, โOh, yeah, sure.โ
As you took a hastily washed glass out of the sink where youโd left it this morning and filled it from the lukewarm tap, you kept an eye on your guest out of the corner of your vision and rinsed the dried blood from your hands.
He was standing in the middle of the room, honing in on specific details like what books you had scattered across the tiny, uneven coffee table youโd picked up for free from the curbside when youโd first moved here. He studied the dying houseplants that drooped by the fingerprint smudged windows, their leaves and vines having given up on reaching towards the sun long ago. But, one thing he noticed above all else was the single photo you kept on your scuffed up bedside table.
โWho are they?โ he asked when you came over to hand him his drink. He took the glass carefully in his hands, as if he feared he might break it.
You took a seat on the end of your bed with your own glass of water, sipping at it as you glanced at the photo. โMy family,โ you admitted, though wore a sad expression where he wouldโve expected one that was a little more, wellโฆ
Actually, he didnโt exactly have the fondest memories of his family either.
You thought he might ask you what happened to them, if they lived nearby or if you guys were close, but he didnโt. Instead, he just nodded like he understood and then sipped at his drink while standing a few feet across from you, both of you looking at each other and waiting for the other person to say something else.
You wondered just how long heโd been alone. How long heโd had to endure silence before almost getting killedโ then saved, if you could call it thatโ by you and that tattooed guy in the middle of the street tonight. You almost asked. Wouldโve, if not for him speaking first.
โWhy did you let me in?โ he asked, intentions unreadable in both his face and tone.
โShould I not have?โ you inquired. Instinctively you reminded yourself where youโd hidden weapons throughout your apartmentโ a letter opener in the nightstand drawer, pocket knife underneath one of the couch cushions, multi-tool behind the vase near the front doorโ just in case things took a turn. Tomura just continued to stare at you, his gaze curious, as if he found you just as odd yet enticing as you found him. โI meanโฆโ you then recovered, โYou said you had nowhere to go, right?โ
He nodded, bringing the glass to his lips but pausing before taking the next sip, saying, โDid you know the guy in the car?โ
โNot until just before we ran into you,โ you admitted.
Then Tomura asked โDid he do that to you?โ nodding at all the blood on your clothes. You realized that maybe it wasnโt necessarilyย youย he kept staring at with wild eyes, but all theย evidenceย instead.
Youโd already nearly forgotten about it.
โOhโฆโ you exhaled, plucking at your button up shirt and noticing that the bright red had gone rusty now. There was no way those stains were coming out. Youโd have to throw your clothes away or, probably a better idea, burn them. โNo, he didnโt. That wasโฆโ
But you couldnโt finish the sentence. Not even with an insult at your former boss. You just wanted to forget any of it had ever happened.
Tomura then sat on the end of your bed next to you, staring at where the beat up old sofa was pushed up against the wall and gulping down the rest of his water. It was then your turn to study him, decode his appearance as if that would answer all your unasked questions. But, unlike you, his situation was a lot harder to read. He kept it carefully concealed under long black sleeves and faded black jeans, shaggy tufts of hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding parts of his face from you.
Though, there was one thing you hadnโt noticed before, when the only light youโd had to view him by was the dim glow of passing streetlamps or traffic lights. His skin wasnโt just scarred, it was scratched, dry and patchy around his eyes and forehead, eyebrows sparse and chunks of his eyelashes missing as if heโd rubbed them off.
Instinctively, you raised a hand to touch him, wanting to care for whatever condition he hadโ wanting to understand it better so you could helpโ but when he saw it coming towards him in his peripheral vision he flinched back, grabbing your wrist to stop you.
You both stared at each other with gaping expressions, scared for different reasons.
โIโm sorryโโ you went to say, the words caught in a gasp. But Tomura didnโt look angry. He didnโt look like he was going to hurt you. Instead, he looked at you as if he thought heโd just narrowly protected you from something horrible, like touching him was some kind of curse you might catch. โI didnโt meanโโ
But then he let you go, giving you back your wrist, which you cradled in your other hand, and looked away from you. โSorryโฆโ he mumbled, vermillion stare stuck to the multicolored shag rug hiding the partially rotting hardwood floors. โItโs justโฆ Iโm not used to being touched and Iโฆโ
Similar to you, Tomura also had a hard time speaking the things heโd much rather forget.
Then, without thinking you blurted out, as if you had just suddenly decided it needed to be freed from the cage of your body, โI killed someone tonight.โ Tomura didnโt flinch at that. Just looked back at you with a gaze that either said, โIโm sorryโ or โI understandโ. Maybe both.
And suddenly you had this fear of rejection, like you expected him to lash out and call you crazy, deride you for committing such a heinous act. But instead he just asked you, โDid they deserve it?โ
You cracked a nervous smirk, the fever dream you felt like you were floating in becoming all that more unbelievable. โYeahโฆโ you said, a stifled, choking sound that was perhaps the dying embers of a sob catching in your throat. โYeah, he did.โ
โWhat are you gonna do?โ he asked next. You felt like the scenery around you was beginning to blur, the walls closing in tighter and tighter until theyโd press flat against you and trap you in a cube of claustrophobia.ย
Your eyes began to tear up. โI donโt knowโฆโ The heat that was building in the room was beginning to feel suffocating. You buried your face in one of your hands, the other one holding the half empty glass of water starting to tremble. โI donโt knowโฆโ The air conditioner had never worked and even your cheap convenience store fan had broken recently. โI really donโt knowโฆโ
Tomura was unsure what to say to you, but he was trying to find the words. Any words. Any words at all to convey to you that youโd figure it out. That youโd be alright butโ
But why did he care?
Why did Tomuraโ someone whoโd tried time and time again to end his own life because he was so convinced that nothing was ever going to be alright for him ever againโ care whether you sorted out your problems or dug your own grave?
Because she doesnโt deserve that, he figured.ย She has far more to live for than someone like me.
You were just crying now, your glass of water sitting abandoned on the floor by your feet as you hid your sorrows in both of your palms, body shaking even more as another wave of tremors wracked through your bones, sharp inhales peppered throughout your otherwise silent sadness.
Tomura wished he hadnโt stopped you from touching him earlier. He wished heโd allowed you to reach over and run your careful fingertips over his skin, the scars and the dry patches that cracked and split in thin slashes across his face.
Though, maybe, perhaps, if he could reach out and touchย you, youโd allow him to try and care for you the way youโd wanted to care for him. As much as one hollow stranger could care for another, that is.
โTheyโre gonna find me,โ you muttered, words garbled by the thick coating of saliva clogging the back of your throat. โTheyโre gonna find me and then theyโre gonnaโโ
You froze when you felt a handโ Tomuraโs handโ resting on the small of your back, peeking out from your palms as if to confirm that it was actually him that was touching you and you werenโt just imagining it. And he was tense at first. Not gentle and comforting like he had a feeling you could be.
But he was trying.
You were making himย wantย to try.
โWhatโฆ?โ you eventually asked, Tomuraโs startled stare becoming too intense for you to hold.
He then mumbled something, his voice so quiet you didnโt catch it at first. So again, you asked him, โWhat?โ and when he repeated himself you realized heโd said, โI want to kiss you.โ
You blinked a few times, trying to clear the thin film of tears that still glossed over your eyes, lashes spiked and cheeks streaked with drying salt. Your ears were ringing, and suddenly all you could hear was the buzzing in your head. But you felt your mouth moving, felt the gentle vibration of your vocal chords when you said, โSo kiss me then.โ
Tomura leaned in halfway, the hand on your back clutching your shirt in his fist, trying to conceal just how terrified he was of his own desireโ for you and this newfound realization that maybe he did actually want to live, even if only just a little bit. It was overwhelming.
And it was kind of nice, the fact that he wasnโt trying to feel you up right from the get go and pin you underneath him like most of your previous one night stands tended to do. So you kissed him, and he kissed you back, but it wasnโt romantic or sweet. It was rough and desperate, both of you trying to leave proof on each other that the other personย existed, that youโdย met, that youโd both almostย diedย that night yet had somehow ended up alive at the end of it all, even if one of you hadnโt wanted to.
Tomura had shaky hands. And they were cold, like they had no blood in them, like he really had died back there on the street and was just a walking corpse. They sent a shiver through your body as his fingers brushed against your ribs under your shirt, pushing up until they found the clasp of your bra, fumbling with it absentmindedly as if he wasnโt aware of what his fingers were tangled up in.
You reached behind you and undid it for him, both of you breaking the kiss and pausing for a moment, lips still almost touching as you panted into each otherโs mouths and wondered if this was really happening. If you wanted it to happen.
I killed someone, you remembered again.ย And then I almost watched him get killed.
It was fucked up.
All of it.
Your life.
His.
And definitely the guy whoโd driven you two and then sped off without a word.
All of it was just so fucked up.
Has been for a long time, you thought, going back to kiss Tomura again, this time trying to be a little softer, letting him know that you needed things to slow down a bit. But when your tongues met this time, you realized something odd.
Tomura tasted like nothing.
Now that you thought about it, he didnโt smell like anything either.
Maybe he really is a ghost, you thought to yourself with much less concern than you probably shouldโve. Either way, you wanted to feel his lips on yours again, kissing him over and over until you felt like some of his rigidness had melted away.
โWaitโฆ Do you really wanna do this?โ Tomura asked then, seeming to be second guessing himself now that his thoughts had actually caught up to his actions.
โDoย you?โ was all you answered in return. You think you wanted to, though, you werenโt exactly sureย why.
Does there need to be a reason, you asked yourself.ย Does there need to be a reason when nothing makes any fucking sense anyway?
When Tomuraโs hands started trailing up your body again, you took that as aย maybe. When he kissed you again, also being a little softer this time, you took that as aย yes.
So you let him have you, taking no issue whenย heย squeezed at your ass or pulled your panties down. Because you could see it in his eyesโ this void, empty space where maybe, at one point, his true self had been.
You had also lost your true self.
You couldnโt remember exactly when or how, but you often felt like you were nothing more than an empty vessel, just a body wandering aimlessly without a soul to occupy it.
And at one point, you too had wished for it all to end, having run out of options for escape, tired of scraping at the bottom of the barrel just to earn another day in the pathetic game of survival you supposed you called your life.
But here, now, with this silver-haired stranger whoโs name youโd barely learned, you felt like the embers of your dwindling soul were being reignited in its hearth, the flames that maybe would grow into a steady fire coursing warm through your blood.
Tomura didnโt bother with much foreplay. Didnโt need to. You were wet enough already just from some simple touching and kissing. Maybe it was because you hadnโt been like this in a long timeโ lying underneath someone who you actuallyย wantedย to give yourself to, not just shutting out the sensations as you went through the motions when you were late on paying your rent. But Tomura still prepped you the best he could, slipping two of his slender fingers into your fluttering hole and pumping them in and out a few times, scissoring them inside to stretch you.
When you told him you were readyโ that you wanted himย nowโ Tomura sunk into you slowly, feeling you clench around him right away and letting out a groan as his crimson eyes rolled back in his head. As he rocked his hips rhythmically, your neck craned and your back arched, breathy little moans escaping your lips.
โTomuraโฆโ you whined as he brought his chapped lips down to suck at your neck, leaving behind his own personal constellation of bruises, biting in sometimes and pulling a gasp or another moan from you.
His hips picked up the pace soon, thrusting into you and making your whimpers come out louder, sounds of pain and pleasure filling the formerly silent, small space of the apartment. You didnโt care if your neighbours heard you. Itโs not like youย knewย your neighbours anyway. Besides, you were still planning on skipping town soon anyway.
โT-Tomura!โ you were begging, but for what?
For more?
For him to slow down? To speed up?
Even you werenโt sure anymore.
You just let yourself get lost in the touch of the man youโd only known for a couple of hours yet felt you understood better than some people youโd known your entire life.
It was almost like you needed to prove to yourself that this was still ok after what had happened with your boss. You needed to know that you werenโt broken, that any scars youโd gained from that incident would heal and fade away. Maybe he could be the bandaid on the bullet hole that was the amalgamation of every horrible thing that had ever happened to you. With how good he felt inside you, it sure seemed that way.
And Tomura, well, heโd almost forgotten the last time heโd feltย anything, let alone this much of a will to live.
Because every time his hips snapped against the inside of your thighs and your silky, pulsing walls clenched around his cock, or he pulled another one of those sweet little sounds from you, whenever your lips met his or his lips nipped at your neck, the strangest thought occurred to him.
Maybe I donโt want to die.
He wouldnโt trust that statement in the long run but for now, even if just one very strange, very ominous night, heโd allow himself to believe it.
And as the two of you curled up under the covers, soaking in each otherโs body heat, Tomuraโs long, thin arms wrapped around you like you were the only thing heโd ever had worth holding onto, he thought to himselfโฆ
Maybe with someone like her, life is worth living.
***
โWhy do you want to die so bad?โ youโd asked Tomura after youโd both woken up that morning, both your hair tousled with sex and sleep.
The two of you stayed in bed until nearly noon, the summer sunlight that poured in through the spotted windows giving you both a warm glow, sun dust visibly floating through the beams.
โI donโt know,โ Tomura had answered, though that time he hadnโt just used the excuse as a filler for a question he didnโt feel like explaining. โI justโฆ Itโs been like that for a long time.โ
Youโd kissed himโ a tender, soft kiss that made Tomura feel loved for the first time in, well, in foreverโ and heโd tried to kiss you back in the same way, hoping that you could understand through the gesture that youโd saved himโ were still saving himโ from the black abyss of his death wish one touch at a time.
โI was like you once,โ you admitted then, wearing a sadness that Tomura was used to seeing in his own reflection, one that lived deep in someoneโs eyes. And then it wasย hisย turn to askย youย why. โBecause,โ you gave a short shrug. โIโm never getting out of hereโ out ofย thisโฆโ You then looked around your apartment as if that summed up the entire history of your lifeโs problems. You didnโt necessarily believe inย heaven, though, if there really was an afterlife of some sort, you just hoped it really wasย a better placeย like people always said. Even if it were merely a plane of existence where you wouldnโt have to feel any more pain.
Tomura wanted to tell you that you were wrong, that someone as beautiful and kind and caring as you deserved so much more thanย this, deserved to live more than most people. Definitely more than someone like him andย definitelyย more than someone like that guy whoโd driven you both around so recklessly last night.
โIโm sorry,โ was all Tomura could think to say as he held you closer to him, afraid to let you go, like if he did youโd turn to sun dust and disappear on the breeze that was seeping through the cracked window overhead.
โDonโt be,โ you replied evenly, sounding tired. โBesides, Iโm still alive.โ You looked up at him, admiring the way the light hit his scarlet gaze. โThatโs gotta count for something, right?โ
Before either of you could say anything else, your phone began to buzz from the nightstand. You wriggled from Tomuraโs grasp to see who it was, your blood freezing in your veins when you read one of your co-workers nameโs pop up on the caller ID.
โWhat is it?โ Tomura asked when he felt you tense.
A million different possibilities rushed through your brain at once.
Did they find the body?
Of course they did.
Do they know I did it?
Are the police already on their way?
No, they wouldโve already gotten here.
Shit, where did I leave my shirt? Itโs still got blood on it.
โUhโฆโ Your voice shook and you cleared your throat. โOne second.โ
You threw your legs over the side of the bed, reached down to pick up the nearest article of clothing, which just so happened to be Tomuraโs black crewneck, and slipped it over your head, the oversized garment covering enough of you to feel decent as you picked up the phone and retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, as if the walls were thick enough to keep even your low muttering from being overheard.
Just play dumb, you reminded yourself before accepting the call.ย You went home last, but not too late. Only a little bit after the hairdresser who finished up before you. You didnโt see your boss. Just went home.
โH-helloโ?โ
โOh my god!โ your co-worker boomed from the other side of the call, making you wince and pull the phone back from your ear for a moment. โAre you ok?! Did you hear?! I canโt believe thisโ!โ
Yep. Theyโd definitely found the body. But, luckily for you, it didnโt sound like you were a suspect yet.
You tried to swallow down any evidence of your so-called โcrimeโ, attempting to sound surprised and confused, but not so much so as to expose that it was all an act.
โSomeone stabbed him and left him in the alley behind the shop!โ your co-worked continued in disbelief after you asked what happened. โThank god you got home before running into whoever it was. I canโtย imagine!โ
There would be a more thorough investigation soon enough, you knew. The police would search the shop and find traces of his blood and probably the straight razor with your fingerprints on it. You could just argue that youโd had a customer earlier that day whoโd booked a shave, or better yet, someone else at the salon would use it and mark it with their touch too.
But you would become a suspect. It wasnโt a matter ofย if, only ofย when.
โAre you on the schedule for today?โ she then asked, and you could hear the flipping of pages in the background, your co-worker already working on answering her own question.
You knew you were, but there was no way in hell you were planning on going in. Cops were probably crawling all over the alley. If they stopped you for questioning, you werenโt sure how well you could hide the dread that was sure to show on your face and shake in your voice.
โIโm not feeling well today,โ you lied. โCan you do me a huge favor? Take me off the schedule, cancel my appointments. I didnโt have manyโฆโ
Your co-worker said she would. She was a good friend, if youโd considered her as such before. She was always willing to check in on you, help you out when you needed it, but you knew she definitely wouldnโt be willing to sink with you on the wholeย killing your horrible, misogynistic, rapist of a bossย situation, even if she hated him too.
โI wonder if this means our next paychecks will be lateโฆโ she sighed after agreeing to help you, wishing for you to feel better.
You both told each other to stay safe, keep in touch, and as soon as you hung up you let out a quivering exhale, a weight of getting through that conversation free of suspicion lifting from your shoulders momentarily.
Youโd almost forgotten about Tomura until you exited the bathroom and saw him sitting on the edge of your bed, half dressedโ aside from his shirt that you were wearing, of courseโ and beginning to lace up one of his beat up red converse.
โHeyโฆโ You blinked at him as you stopped in the doorway of the tiny bathroom. โFeel like breakfast?โ
***
โThatโs why I was covered in blood last nightโฆโ You recounted drearily as you picked at a stack of pancakes, twirling your fork and watching the spongy food tear apart easily. Then one of your thoughts from the previous night returned to you.
Like a hot knife through butter.
You were losing your appetite.
โWell, sounds like the fucker deserved it,โ Tomura commented with a lazy shrug, taking a bite of his own stack of pancakes, his loaded with blueberries and chocolate chips. For a guy whoโd tried to kill himself so often, he sure seemed to enjoy the simple things in life.
You glared down at your plate, silverware clenched in your fists. โYeah, well, it wonโt matterย whatย he deserved once the cops find outโฆโ
โHeyโฆโ Tomuraโs hand cautiously found yours, fingertips barely brushing against you and causing your gaze to snap back to him. โThey wonโt find out.โ But you assured him that they would, sooner or later, if you stayed here. โThen letโs leave. Run away from here.โ
Letโs leave?
Run away?
As inย together?
You didnโt think strangers who were this easily willing to skip town with someone theyโd just met existed outside of fables and fairy tales. And you were still working on figuring out if last night was fact or fiction.
โI donโt knowโฆโ You sighed. โI justโโ But as you looked back to the front windows of the diner, you caught a face you recognized slinking by, the tall, lanky, tattooed figure pulling the door open and entering the establishment.
Dabi stopped as he looked up and saw you and Tomura sitting in the furthest corner, huddled close together in the otherwise empty restaurant.
He pulled the hood of the sweatshirt he wore under his black denim jacket down to expose his spiky black hair. โNo shit,โ he scoffed, heading straight towards you then, sitting in one of the empty chairs and laying both elbows on the table comfortably like heโd been invited and was simply running late.
โWhat are you two doing here?โ he questioned in a bored drone, then glanced at your torn up, soggy pancakes with that cerulean half-lidded stare and asked, โYou gonna eat that?โ You slid your plate towards him without a word and he began to dig in, ravenous, silverware trembling slightly in his hands.
Neither you nor Tomura really knew what to say. After everything that had happened last night between the three of you, what more was there to say?
โWhy the fuck did you put so much syrup on this?โ Dabi complained through his next bite, though he didnโt seem to mind too much with the rate he was shoveling the food into his mouth. His bright, azure gaze hopped back and forth between you and Tomura, waiting for one of you to answer his first question.
โWhat?โ Dabi then snapped, a scowl forming on his brow.
โNothing,โ Tomura answered then, trying to act natural as he took another bite of his own breakfast.
โWhat are youย doingย here?โ you inquired next, a bad mood beginning to creep over you.
โUh-uh,โ Dabi shook his head as he pointed his forkโย yourย forkโ towards you accusingly. โI asked you first. And what are you still doing withย him?โ He shot a quick glare at Tomura, seeming to harbor some ill will towards the man whoโd thrown himself in front of a speeding car.
Or perhaps it was more the jealousy that the scrawny, silver-haired, scarlet-eyed stranger had gotten to go home with you and, even more, that heโd made a good enough impression to be invited out for breakfast the next morning.
โWell weย wereย having breakfast beforeย youย showed up,โ you replied with disdain, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.
โOh,ย wereย you now?โ Dabi said with another sarcastic chuckle and a roll of his eyes. โTell me, do youย alwaysย prefer to dissect your food into a million pieces before you consume it, or is that just forย special occasions?โ
โWhatโs yourย problem, man?โ Tomura then jumped in with a sneer, causing both you and Dabi to look at him with varying degrees of surprise. Dabi almost looked intrigued, like there was a challenge he knew he could win somewhere in Tomuraโs question. And you, wellโฆ
You just werenโt used to people sticking up for you.
โWas I talking to you?โ Dabi shot back through a low growl, his hand tightening into a white knuckled fist around the fork to try and hide his growing withdrawal symptoms, feeling his body temperature rise even higher, and not just from rage.
โStop it!โ you scolded, not wanting a scene to unfold. Now it was your turn to be on the receiving end of Dabiโs glare. โJust stop. What do you want anyway? If Iโm remembering correctly, you told us toย get outย and then sped off. If you want money Iโm not giving it to you.โ
โCute,โ Dabi flashed his teeth at you in a mocking smile, shoving the plate, now nearly devoid of all its previous contents, into the center of the table. โBut I donโt want your money.โ He pushed his chair back and stood aggressively, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. โBut itโs your loss,โ he baited with calculated indifference. โI was actually about to invite you both to make some with me.โ
Dabi began to stalk off then, but just before he could exit the diner, he spotted some faces thatย heย recognized through the buildingโs front windows.
โShit, shit, shit, shitโฆโ he swore under his breath, whipping back around and pulling his hood up, returning to his seat at your table hastily, back facing the window. You and Tomura both just continued to watch him with an uncomfortable perplexity. โTell me when theyโre gone,โ Dabi ordered in a hushed voice, but neither you nor Tomura knew what he was talking about.
That was, until two cops entered the diner, eyes scanning the empty room, sticking on the trio of you three for a moment and causing a dagger of panic to spike in your chest, before they moved on to take a seat at the main counter, calling to the waitress who was just coming out from the back and ordering two coffees.
โOf fucking courseโฆโ Dabi sighed, raising his eyebrows in lazy defeat as if to say, โthis might as well happen to me today.โ
โWhat did you doย now?โ you accused with a scowl, eyes darting from the cops back to the tattooed stranger. Though, again, after last night, it was sort of odd to think of him in those terms.
โShut up!โ Dabi ordered with a hiss, lowering his head a little more and trying to angle his face away from the cops. โJust shut up.โ
โWhatever,โ you murmured with irritation, now taking your fork back up and going to pick at what little remained of Tomuraโs pancakes, your annoyance making some of your appetite return to you.
But the cops didnโt stay long. Just ordered their coffees, drank them while talking about bullshit, paid, and left. You and Dabi both let out a breath of relief once you found yourself alone in the diner again. Tomura had just watched the whole thing unfold with wide eyes and wavering interest.
โWhatย did youย do?โ you pressed harder once it was just the three of again.
โLook, Iโm in some trouble with the cops and some of the local gangs, alright!โ Dabi shot back with simmering fury, though still kept his voice hushed to a hissed whisper. โAnd I need moneyย fastย or else, the next time they see me, Iโmย dead!โ
โThe next time who sees you?โ Tomura asked, not sounding the least bit worried as he sipped at the orange juice youโd ordered and barely touched.
โEither of โem,ย dumbass,โ Dabi retorted with a roll of his eyes, causing you to kick him in the shin from under the table which earned you the most feral look heโd flashed either of you yet. His hand was curling into a fist again and, for a moment, you really thought he was going to swing at you, but he just heaved out another exasperated sigh and said, โYโknow what, forget it,โ before standing from the table, the metal legs of the chair scraping harshly against the splotchy floors. He grumbled to himself as he shoved his hands back in his pockets and prepared to turn and leave, โShouldโa never stopped for you anywayโฆโ
โWhy donโt you just sell that stupid car?โ you called to him when he was halfway to the door. He stopped and glanced at you over his shoulder, staring at you as if he was giving you a chance to continue. โIf you need money that bad,โ you clarified, nervously taking Tomuraโs hand under the table. โJust sell your car.โ
Dabi marched right back up to you, perching himself to lean forward with both hands lying flat on the tabletop. โYou think I havenโt thought of that already?โ
โWell?โ you raised, squeezing Tomuraโs hand a little harder and making him give you a slightly anxious side glance. โWhy donโt you then?โ
You and Dabi just stared at each other, searching each otherโs eyes with matching scowls as if hoping to fish out some kind of weakness, see who would break first.
Finally, Dabi slumped back down in his seat again and sighed, tapping his foot relentlessly on the floor. โBecauseโฆโ he admitted, partially with defeat. โIย stoleย it. And my normal guy skipped town so now Iโm shit outta luck with finding someone I can sell it to without alerting the cops.โ
You were just about to say something like, โWell that sounds like a you problem then,โ when all of a sudden Tomura cut in with, โI know someone who will buy it.โ
Both you and Dabi gave him incredulous looks.
โItโs kinda far awayโฆโ he elaborated, leaning in a little closer to the huddle, โBut Iโve done deals with the guy before andโฆโ his words drifted off as if he was forgetting his sentence at the same time he was speaking it.
โAnd?โ Dabi snapped.
โAnd heโs good with that kind of stuff,โ Tomura continued. โLike, buying and selling illegal shit.โ
You blinked twice, your hand still clutched in Tomuraโs, who was holding onto you now more than you were to him.
Just who was this guy?
โIf youโre bullshitting me,โ Dabi warned, pointing a long, bony finger at Tomura, whoโs crimson gaze widened even more, โthenย youโreย gonna be the one whoโs dead at the end of all this? Got it?โ
Dabi shouldโve known better. Shouldโve known that, at least before coming home with you last night, Tomura wouldโve wanted nothing more than for the tattooed criminal to follow through with that threat.
But Tomura was telling the truth.
Sure, heโd never bought or sold aย stolen carย to his contact, but he had obtained all kinds of drugs in the past, experimenting with what would bring him the closest to death without actually killing him before heโd made his mind up about actually wanting to die.
So Dabi agreed, all three of you leaving the dinerโ without paying, mind youโ and piling back into the white and silver Mercedes-Maybach S Class, Dabi speeding outside of town towards the direction Tomura pointed him in, windows rolled down and music blasting all the way on account of him not wanting to have to hear either of you talk.
***
โOver there,โ Tomura pointed out once a graffitied billboard of a crying woman warning against the dangers of drug addiction came into view. โTurn left at the next intersection.โ
Dabi grumbled something under his breath before veering left and causing both you and Tomura to lean in the same direction with the sudden force. He then drove down a long, abandoned stretch of empty road for what felt like a long time. His agitation was growing, fingers tapping relentlessly on the wheel until finally he demanded, โWhere the hell is this place?โ
โRight up ahead,โ Tomura kept promising. Your hand had inched closer to his in the backseat every time Dabi voiced one of his annoyances, feeling safer than before when youโd been in the passenger seat beside Dabi but still nervous since you were never sure what was gonna set the guy off. Finally, your hand found Tomuraโs, his fingers intertwining with yours as he came to seek safety in your touch just the same. You gave his hand a little squeeze, the gesture becoming your unspoken sign for rising anxiety. To try and ease the tension that was building in the car, as he lightly stroked his thumb over the top of your hand, Tomura added, โNext turn that comes up. You canโt miss it.โ
The next turn wasnโt for twenty more minutes, so you rested your head against Tomuraโs shoulder in the meantime, his rigidness melting away after a little while, even allowing himself to rest his head against yours, his fluffy silvery hair tickling your cheek.
But finally, once the turn came up, you were able to calm down a little bit. Mostly because Dabi started to calm down a little bit. Though, as he pulled up to the place, it looked more like an old gas station than a place where someone would trade a stolen car.
โThis really the place?โ Dabi asked, glancing at you nuzzling up to Tomura in the backseat withโฆ
What?
Jealousy?
He forced himself to glare back out the windshield as his grip on the wheel tightened.
โYeah, pull in here. Thereโs a warehouse in the back,โ Tomura instructed, lifting his head from yours and becoming more alert. โIโll go and see if heโs here.โ
โRightโฆย youโll see if heโs hereโฆโ Dabi rolled his eyes, veering off to the side and putting the car in park. โFor how far we just fuckinโ drove, heย betterย be here.โ
โIโm coming with you,โ you announced as you exited the car after Tomura, not wanting to be left alone with Dabi any longer than you had to. Tomura tried to tell you that it would be better if he went alone, that his contact could be a little skittish when it came to meeting unfamiliar faces, but you promised youโd be good. That youโd stay quiet and close to his side. You took his hand in yours again and then he agreed, informing you that it would be best if you didnโt touch anything, no matter how tempting.
โI mean, what does this guy deal?โ you asked with a playful raise of your eyebrows and lilt in your tone. โLike, rare gems or something?โ
Tomura hesitated, his eyes widening a fraction as he stared down at you. Then he looked away, giving a lazy half shrug and lightly scratching at his neck as he replied, โSometimes. Dependsโฆโ
Before you could even think of a response, you were being pulled along by Tomura, who stepped up to the entrance of the warehouse and knocked on the metal door. โHey! Itโs me!โ he called, waiting a moment before going to knock again, shouting louder that time, โSpinner! Itโs Tomura! Got somethinโ for ya! Open up!โ
Seconds later, a shady looking man answered the door with a disgruntled, โJesus, Shigaraki, keep it down! Youโll upset the new arrivalsโฆ Already bad enough that all the semi-trucks come down these roads all the time.โ The man, who you assumed was Spinner, looked you up and down and then back to Tomura with a slightly skeptical, โUhโฆ This isnโt what you brought meโฆ is it?โ
Tomura pulled you closer to him protectively before replying, โThe car,โ pointing a thumb behind him at where Dabi still sat behind the wheel.
Spinner glanced at youโ well, the two of you, reallyโ a little surprised to see Tomura so protective over anything, let alone aย person, and one that he was touching so easily at that. Then he stared out at the Mercedes and nodded once, saying, โTell โim to drive it โround back. Iโll open the garage and he can park it there. In the meantimeโฆโ He hesitated, then sighed to himself, the faintest smile detectable as he told his old friend, โI guess you guys can come in.โ
โThanksโฆโ Tomura nodded, guiding you further into the warehouse which wasโฆ
Wellโฆ
The place was like a rat maze, each turn beholding another narrow hallway with an exhibit of luxury furs or designer handbags or power tools, all kinds of multi-colored pills stored in old gumball machines or clear plastic storage containers. There was one wall covered in vintage gameboys, playstations, old arcade units, some electronics that you couldnโt even place. But the part of the warehouse that you found the most strange yet intriguing was the room that Spinner led you to.
It was lit mostly in red on account of the many heat lamps placed in each of the several glass tanks which contained different exotic reptilesโ snakes and geckos, poisonous frogs and iguanas. You were even pretty sure one of the animals was a baby crocodile.
โStill selling exotic animals, huh?โ Tomura teased with an odd kind of fondness as he scanned the room, noting to himself the newest additions to Spinnerโs collection from the last time heโd paid him a visit. โWhat? Tigers and Lions take up too much space?โ
โDonโt be ridiculous,โ Spinner shot back, as if offended. โI wouldnโt trade these no matter what the price. They were all lab animals. Test subjects for this and that. But recently another friend of mine caught wind that they were gonna be confiscated by some kind of animal control, so I took โem instead.โ Spinner reached in and grabbed up one of the lizards, which rested calmly along his wrist as he gently stroked the top of its head. โPoor little guys have been through a lotโฆโ
โRight, so, theย car?โ Tomura redirected. โWill you buy it?โ
The dealerโs affection for his reptiles faded back into an attitude of business as he placed his hand back into the tank, allowing the lizard to crawl down and scurry back into its little cave as he said, โGotta check a few things and then Iโll let you know. Your friend should be around back by now. Guess I should go meet โim.โ
โHeโs not my friend,โ Tomura finally admitted, pulling you a little closer to his side as you continued to gaze around the reptile room in awe.
โWho is โe then? Someone we can trust at least, right?โ
Tomura bit his tongue to try and suppress a nervous smirk, one of his hands clenching into a fist as it threatened to dig into his skin as he lied, โSomethinโ like thatโฆโ
โItโs complicated,โ you chimed in, both Tomura and Spinnerโs gazes snapping towards you. Neither of them said anything so you went on a little more nervously with, โW-wellโฆ The three of us sort of justโฆ ran into each other the other night andโโ
โAh, cโmon, Shigarakiโฆโ Spinner sighed with irritation. โHow many times have I told you to only bring people youย knowย here. Need I remind you what happened that one time with that guy who ended up being an undercover cop?โ
โTrust me, this guyโsย definitelyย not a cop,โ Tomura assured his friend, removing his touch from you and migrating closer to Spinner, pleading his case. โIf anything, heโs a first rate asshole, but other than thatโฆโ Tomura shrugged. โGuy has his own reasons for needing the cash.โ
โSo youโre splitting it?โ Spinner asked, seeming to warn Tomura with the raise of his eyebrows thatย that was a bad idea. Tomura gave a hand gesture that said something along the lines ofย sort of, not really, who knowsย and a wincing expression. โDoesย heย know that?โ
The two of them began to leave the room, and you were staring at Tomura as if heโd look back and tell you to sit tight until he returned, that everything was ok, but he just kept on walking, chatting away with his friend while you sought refuge on the tiny sofa in the center of the room and basked in the red glow and many slithering silhouettes of the snakes in the tanks.
It felt like a long time until you finally heard footsteps approaching down the way that Tomura and Spinner had gone off in. Though, instead of silvery tufts and crimson eyes rounding the corner, you were met with inky black and smoldering sapphire.
Dabi was smoking a cigarette. Mustโve just lit it with how he was fidgeting with the silver lighter, a soft metallic clang tapping out irregularly. โWell, itโs just one fuckinโ surprise after another in this place, ainโt it?โ he remarked with a sarcastic scoff, plopping down on the couch next to you, stretching his arms out over the back and looking around at all the scaled creatures with carefully concealed awe. He blew out a cloud of thick smoke, the smell making your nose wrinkle as you scooted away a few inches. You wanted to tell him he probably shouldnโt smoke in here on account of all the animals but, who were you kidding, itโs not like he wouldโve cared.
โWhereโs Tomura?โ you asked, a slight twinge of worry laced into your voice.
โYour Romeoโs out with that other guy inspecting the car,โ he replied dismissively through a yawn. โThey better hurry it up. I want my moneyโฆโ
โI think you meanย ourย money.โ Youโd meant it to come out sounding much stronger than it really hadโ more of a declaration than a timid reminderโ and your confidence dwindled even more when Dabi shot you a narrowing glare.
โWhat are you talking about?ย Iโmย the one who stole it. Hell, I drove you two around in it all night. You guysย oweย me.โ He scoffed to himself again, wearing a cold smirk and slightly adjusting his position on the couch. Under his breath he muttered, โOurย moneyโฆย Please.โ
Perhaps it was the fact that youโd killed someone or just that you were getting really fed up with this guy, but something had suddenly possessed you to argue back, โYeah, and without Tomura you never wouldโve had somewhere toย sellย the car. Remember that?โ
Dabi shifted his position to face you better now, rage lighting up being his eyes while his tone remained low and even, a volcano always on the verge of erupting. โAnd tell me, how doย youย come into all this? โCause as far as Iโm concerned, youโre just some bitch I found covered in blood wandering the streets in the middle of the night. Whatโd you do? Slash some guy who got a little too rough with you? Or, wait, maybe your story is that he tried to attack you first and somehow you got the upper hand.โ
You felt an unpleasant burning in the back of your nose. The tightening of your throat. Tears prickling at the edges of your vision. But you werenโt about to cry because you were offended. You were about to cry because you were furious.
Because this guy didnโt know a goddamn thing.
And, even if he didโ even if you told him the truthโ he still wouldnโt care.
As long as he got his drugs at the end of all of this, why should he?
โYou donโt knowย anything,โ you growled, rage cutting through your trembling fear that yes, you were a indeed a murderer. And one soon to be at large once the cops did a little more investigating.
Dabi leaned in, pupils mere pinpricks as all that bright cerulean threatened to swallow you whole. โThen just fuckinโย tellย me already.โ
But you were leaning in too, you now realized, your shared trait of living hard, unfortunate lives pulling you together like two mistreated magnets, however resistant you tried to be.
And as Dabi stared you down that time, you realized that something had changedโ or rather, was changingโ behind that piercing cobalt stare of his. It made you reconsider that maybe, if you just filled in the gaps, he would understand. He would care.
Or maybe heโd just turn you over to the authorities for ransom and call it a day.
โMy bossโฆโ you swallowed, mouth coated in thick, sticky spit. โHe tried toโ He almostโฆโ You let out a frustrated sigh, a shiver skittering through your bones as you replayed the events of less than twenty-four hours ago in your head. If you focused hard enough, you could still smell that pungent metallic tang of all the blood, feel his thick fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. โI didnโt have a choice. If I didnโt kill him, he wouldโve killed me, sooner or later.โ
Dabi was slowly nodding his head. And, for a moment, you thought maybe he did understand. But when he opened his mouth and asked, โSo, youย areย a whore orโฆ?โ you rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated groan.
โIโm a hairdresser!โ You snapped, wiping more tears away as you sniffled, scowl deepening. โOr at leastโฆโ your gaze became far off, staring into the tank of a komodo dragon in a daze as you concluded, โI used to be.โ
And then Dabi actuallyย laughed.
He was trying to stifle a series of cruel, amused chuckles as you shot him a look of fiery resentment, about to say something horrible to him before he piped up with a teasing, โAnd to think, you had the worst crime out of all of us the entire time!โ
โItโs not funny!โ you scolded, both your raised voice and Dabiโs incessant cackling stirring the reptiles. โI was just defending myself! But now Iโm probably going to jail! How do you think that feels, huh? How do you think it feels to not have anywhere to go or anyone to rely on right now?โ
Dabiโs laughter suddenly ceased, as fast as a flame blown out by a quick, strong breath. His face became blanker than youโd ever seen it, completely serious as he replied, โProbably pretty fuckinโ shitty. But yโknow what. Thatโs life, ainโt it? No oneโs ever really there to save you.โ He leaned in closer, looming over you, his shadow casting across your form and making you disappear into the darkness that filled the red room. โAll you ever really have is yourself,โ he went on, his simmering anger boiling hotter and hotter with each new sentence. โAnd thatโs what happens to the weak ones. They canโt protect themselves when worse comes to worst. Because thereโs never gonna be any grand hero to swoop in to your rescue. And the sooner we all realize that, the better. So quit your fuckinโ cryingโโ He was pointing a finger at you now, tears having started streaming down your face again without you even realizing it. โGrow the fuck up, and figure out what youโre gonna do about it. โCause youโre all you got. Understand?โ
Your entire body was shaking and, staring up at him in the eerie red light, a dangerous glint shining in his eyes, Dabi really looked like a monster. But youโd slayed one of those before. If you had a straight razor, you could do it again. Though, you didnโt really want to be a killer. Or rather, you didnโt want to get used to killing. Because you still believed that you were a good person, that you maybe even deserved good things.
Youโd crossed a line, sure. One that, in the eyes of society, would spell irreversible damage.
But wasnโt that always the way these kinds of things played out? By showing you one atrocity only to prepare you for another, much more traumatizing one? Constantly reminding you,ย it could all be much worse?
โBut donโt worryโฆโ Dabi side eyed you as he said, โI wonโt rat you out. People like you and me, we gotta do what we need to in order to survive.โ He leaned forward to place his silver lighter on the coffee table, taking another long drag to calm his nerves.
โThanksโฆโย but there is no you and me, you wanted to say. Instead, you just scooted a few inches away from him, hoping Tomura would come back soon.
Until he and Spinner returned, however, you and Dabi opted for awkward silence. You were just trying not to think about the blood on your hands, even if the bastard had deserved it. Dabi thoughโฆ
Dabiโs mind was in a much different place.
Because as heโd peered down at you in the redlight, the dim patch of fluorescent illumination directly above the couch that the room allowed shimmering in your big, terrified eyesโฆ
Heโd realized that what heโd felt spike in his chest when heโd glanced at you and Tomura cuddling in the backseat was indeed jealousy, the emotion slowly seething into his skin only to inevitably radiate from him if he didnโt find a way to cure it soon.
And the other night when heโd kicked you and Tomura out of the car and sped off. That had been a mistake, hadnโt it? What he shouldโve done was dumped that silver-haired suicidal off on the curb and insisted on driving you home. Maybe then it couldโve beenย himย sharing pancakes with you at the diner instead. Maybe then it wouldโve just been the two of you splitting the money and not this useless third party who was going to spend it on who knows what useless shit.
Dabi clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself from sneaking another glance at you but, just like when it came to his addiction, he didnโt have much self control.
Whatever, he tried to convince himself.ย Once this deal is done, weโll all go our separate ways and never have to see each other again.
Only, what if that wasnโt true. What if that was only true for him, and you and Tomura went back to your apartment or some motel or, fuck it, youโd have money, you could get a room somewhere nice, and fucked again.
Just the thought of that grungy loserโs hands all over you was making Dabi start to lose his cool. And youโd let Tomura kiss you too? Let him run his tongue all over the inside of your mouth and down your neck and inside your tight little pussy? Disgusting.
Bet I could make you feel better than he did, Dabi thought to himself as his leg began to bounce anxiously.ย Bet I could fuck you so good youโd forget youโd ever met him.
But then, before Dabi could start to really spin out of control from the jealousy and withdrawal, Spinner and Tomura reenerted the reptile room, both you and Dabi looking over and awaiting that fateful number.
โSo, I took a look andโฆโ Spinner began, pretending to hold you and Dabi in suspense while the smirk on Tomuraโs face said he already knew the price youโd be splitting three ways. โItโs in pretty good condition. Whoever you stole it from mustโve just bought it and, based on the paper plates, it had to have been within the last thirty days. Iโll give you twenty thousand. Three ways thatโsโโ
โOver six thousand eachโฆโ you breathed out in sheer disbelief. That was more cash than youโd ever had in your bank account, let alone all at once.
You couldnโt fathom it. The thought of what you could do with that much money. The thought of getting out of that shitty apartment and moving to a better part of the city, one where you could get hired at a salon that was much more high end than the back alley one youโd been previously employed atโฆ
If you hadnโt killed someone, that is.
If you werenโt soon to be a wanted criminal.
โThatโs right,โ Spinner confirmed, taking out a thick envelope and handing it off to Tomura who looked pretty proud of himself.
Dabi, however, was not as pleasedโฆ
โTwenty thousand?โ he asked, standing and tossing his half finished cigarette down onto the concrete floor of the warehouse, stomping it out with his first stride towards the dealer. โNah. No way. Things worth at least one hundred thousand new. Maybe even more than that.โ
โSorry,โ Spinner shrugged. โThatโs as high as I can go.โ
Dabiโs hands clenched into fists by his sides and you were sure he was finally going to throw that punch heโd been holding back all this time. So you intervened again, saying, โThatโs more than enough to get your drugs.โ Dabi looked over his shoulder lightning fast, that vengeful and violent shine back in his eyes and honed in right on you. Meanwhile, Tomura was ready to jump between you two if Dabi really did lose his temper.
โCute,โ Dabi spit, whirling back towards Tomura and his friend before eying the envelope containing the cash. He could just steal it. Yeah. Once the three of you were out of here, Dabi could take it and run. โAndย you,โ he nodded aggressively at Tomura. โWhat the hell do you need it for, huh?โ
Tomuraโs eyes widened a bit, his jaw clenched as he gripped the envelope tighter, Dabi taking a step towards him. He then opened his mouth to throw a hostile reply right back, but no words came.
In truth, he didnโt know.
Before meeting you, Tomura probably wouldโve blown it all on one hell of a self-destructive night before finally pulling the trigger and ending it all. But nowโฆ
Well, heโd have to figure that out once he discovered what you were planning to do.
โWhat?โ Dabi smirked, cruelty seeping back into his voice. โYou gonna pay someone off to perform a hit on you or somethinโ?โ
Tomura warned with a growl, โDonโtย test meโฆโ his eyes going wide, though this time in a much more feral, dangerous way than before. Then, ever so slowly, he placed the cash in his back pocket. He could take it and run too, if he wanted. He just had to get past Dabi to grab you first.
โGuysโฆ?โ you spoke, sensing the growing tension and hoping to calm things before they really spiraled out of control. โCโmon. We got the money. Now letโs just goโฆโ
Dabi ignored you, clearly occupied on setting Tomura off before calling it quits with the little ragtag trio the team of you had formed. And part of him, whether he realized it or not, wanted you to see that, just because Tomura had remained relatively calm during all the recent chaos, that didnโt mean that he wasnโt capable of flying off the hinges too.
Because what was that saying again?
Always watch out for the quiet ones?
โYโknow, Iโm not really convinced that someone like you evenย deservesย that kind of money,โ Dabi went on. Spinner was getting fed up with this quarrel too, though his concern was more for the fact that all this bad energy swirling in the room was bound to upset his replies than if one of the boys left here with a black eye. โSo why donโt you just do the right thing and give it to me and the girl so we can get on with our lives while you keep trying to end yours.โ
โJust stop it!โ youโd tried to shout out, but it was too late.
Tomura moved fast.
Too fast.
Just a blur of black and silver and crimson, a snarl echoing off the concrete and eyes flashing with ill intent as he lunged at Dabi, the force sending both of them falling to the ground.
It was clear to everyone in the room that Tomura had never been in a real fight before, the way he wildly and clumsily threw punches that Dabi blocked with mocking ease. It wasnโt long until Dabi gained the upper hand and flipped the scrawny, scraggly boy on his back, jumping on top of him and showing him what aย realย punch looked and felt like.
Spinner was shouting. You were crying, screaming at the two of them to โPlease stop! Knock it off already!โ and Tomura and Dabi were rolling and clawing and cursing at each other while fighting for possession of that damn envelope.
The three of you were once again plunged into connected chaos, though this time none of you seemed to know how to rescue each other.
Eventually, the envelope slid from both their gasps and landed right in front of you. In a moment of panic and impulse, you grabbed it up and then snatched the lighter Dabi had left on the coffee table, flicking it open and producing a flame, holding it dangerously close to the cash and bellowing out, โBOTH OF YOU STOP OR Iโ IโM BURNING IT!โ
All of the oxygen in the room felt like it had been sucked out at once.
Even Spinner was holding his breath, as if he had something to lose.
โAre you fuckingย crazy?!โ Dabi shouted, voice cracking with a shriek upturning at the end.
โGet off him or I swear Iโll do it!โ And you werenโt bluffing, the flame kissing the edge of the envelope and beginning to toast the crinkled paper, causing Dabi to obey instantly, holding his hands up in surrender and stepping off Tomura, who was coughing from when Dabi had closed his hands around his throat.
And Dabi only hated Tomura more now.
Heโd hated him from the very first moment his stolen car had nearly run the suicidal maniac over in the street. Heโd hated him when heโd dropped you two off near your apartment and sped off with the music blaring, just knowing that the two of you were going to fuck. Heโd hated him when heโd seen you sharing pancakes at the diner just earlier that morning. And heโd hated him when heโd seen him rest his head on top of yours in the rear view mirror like two lovesick puppies leeching warmth off each other.
He hated that you were willing to throw away life changing amounts of cash just to save Tomura from a black eye and some broken ribs. Hated that you cared more about the silver-haired freak than the bigger picture hereโ the picture that he was soon to be painted out of.
Because time after time, Dabi had lost in life. Heโd lost, most times, because he fell in with bad company or couldnโt run fast enough when a job went south. Heโd lost because heโd become a slave to his addiction and couldnโt give two shits about correcting it. And heโd had the perfect opportunity to be the one youโd invited back to your apartment, the one youโd shared shitty diner food with, and the one youโd curl up in the car with, but heโd blown it because he just couldnโt let himself have anything good without thinking there was going to be a catch.
โJust give me the lighterโฆโ Dabi spoke softly to you now, as if talking you off a ledge, one hand extending for you to toss the zippo into, or, in another world, take hold of.
You hesitated, slowly but surely lowering the flame, dropping the lighter to the floor as you drew in frantic, uneven breaths. With one hand clutching his ribs, which were likely bruised after that altercation, Tomura pushed himself to his feet and came over to stand before you, saying something to you quiet enough that Dabi couldnโt hear. But you handed Tomura back the envelope and thatโs all that really mattered in the end, right?
โLetโs just get out of here,โ Tomura spoke louder now, turning to address Dabi as well. โItโs a long walk back into the city.โ
And with that, the three of you left the odd maze of Spinnerโs contraband castle and headed back down the long stretch of abandoned highway that youโd come, the sun already beginning to sink towards the horizon before you were halfway home.
***
All three of you were exhausted, mentally and physically, and exchanged minimal conversation throughout your trek back towards civilization before Dabi just couldnโt take it anymore.
โDoes he know?โ he asked, nodding his head from you to Tomura.
โKnowย what?โ you asked, though you already had a pretty good idea about what he was alluding to.
โOh, so heย doesnโtย knowโฆโ
โHeย doesย know,โ you sighed, exasperated. Meanwhile, Tomura just made sure the envelope of cash was kept out of Dabiโs reach.
โDoesnโt it bother you?โ Dabi then asked Tomura directly, nudging him a little and causing him to flinch away.ย
โCut it out, man,โ Tomura rasped, a slight grimace flashing across his features before fatigue reclaimed them.
โWhateverโฆโ Dabi rolled his eyes, a certain mischievous lilt to his tone, edging Tomura on and grasping at straws to find any reason to cause a rift between you two. โI just know that ifย Iย was gonna fuck some random girl, Iโd wanna know whether I was stickinโ my dick in a murderer or nโโ
Again, Tomura moved unexpectedly fast, a cloud of dust kicked up from under his beat up red converse as he whirled on Dabi, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, spit flecked through gritted teeth as he puffed out a vicious breath.
Dabi raised his hands as if surrendering, yet still had the gall to say, โHey, Iโm just lookinโ out for ya. Your funeral, buddy. Though, maybe youโd like that.โ
โTomura, heโs not worth itโฆโ you nearly whispered, too tired to burst out in fury like you had before. You placed a hand on Tomuraโs back and pulled him from his blinding rage, slowly retracting to melt back into your gentle, understanding touch. โPleaseโฆ Letโs just go home.โ
You and Tomura each had an arm wrapped around one other, walking with slightly staggering steps as you guided him away and further down the road.ย
โYeahโฆโ Dabi scoffed to himself, clenching his fists at the sight of you two huddled together again. โLetโsย go home.โ
***
It took another two hours until the skyline of the city that had damned all three of you came into sight, another sixty painful minutes ticking by before you actually set foot back in the territory. And you shouldโve known by now, especially in Dabiโs company, that you were never really home free.
Because the moment you thought you could breathe easy and part ways, enjoy the remainder of the stroll back to your apartment with Tomura to count your cash and make a plan, Dabi ran into anย old friend.
Or rather, an old friend ran into Dabi.
โPretty fuckinโ brave of you to show your face around here again!โ a rough voice called from behind, causing all three of you to turn in unison, six eyes gone wide and bearing different breeds of fear.
โShit,โ Dabi hissed under his breath, pushing you two along and tacking on an urgent, โWe gotta go.ย Now.โ
โNot so fast, hot shot,โ another big, burly, tattoo-covered man chuckled as he stepped out of the nearest alley, blocking your path with a crowbar in hand. โItโs time to pay up, Dabi.โ
You and Tomura braced yourselves, scanning the group of men that were circling around you for any gaps big enough to slip through and make an escape. But the pack only tightened, more and more criminals emerging from the shadows armed with flashes of sharp silver or rusted iron.
โHey, boysโฆโ Dabi replied, trying to hide the quiver in his tone with an uncharacteristically friendly lilt. โBeen a while, huh?โ He was backing up towards you and Tomura, possibly trying to make a run for it himself, but there was no escape now. Not for any of you. Especially not forย you, what with the hungry way the pack of men stared you down, nearly salivating at all their own disgusting thoughts.
โI sure hope you have our money,โ the one who was presumably the leader of the gang went on, a smug grin plastered across his scarred face, tapping the weight of the crowbar in his palm with a steady beat. โโCause if ya donโtโฆโ He swung the crowbar forward, causing all three of you to jolt as it pointed directly at Dabi. โWell, then weโre gonna have aย biiiiiigย problem, ainโt we?โ
And he knew that Dabi didnโt have the money.
Or, at least, he normally wouldnโt have, if not for the cash heโd collected from selling the stolen car.
But still, even that wasnโt enough to pay off the entire debt and Dabi was too hell bent on securing more of his drugs before heโd even consider handing this man a single dollar.
And you and Tomura, wellโฆ
You still needed your cut.
None of you were too keen on going down without some kind of fight.
Not when youโd come this far through hell to finally catch a glimpse of the twisted heaven on the horizon.
โYeah, well, about thatโฆโ Dabi chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and trying to stay calm. Meanwhile, you and Tomura noticed some of the rough and tumble facade melt away, leaving only a guy who had been way in over his head from the start.
And it happened so fast. The flash of metal. A silver streak appearing and disappearing before anyone could really see what it was. But left in its wake was a slash of red and a guttural howling, the scene growing smaller and smaller behind you until you realized that someone was dragging you along by your wrist, you nearly tripping over your own feet as you glanced over your shoulder with horror, blood turning to ice.
Maybe Dabi had shouted, โRun!โ
Maybe he hadnโt.
But now all three of you were high tailing it down a series of narrow alleys, Tomuraโs grip on you like a vice, desperate and unrelenting. At some point, you think you were telling him he was hurting you, trying to pull away when you felt the pressure growing over your bones, thorny pangs of pain peppered over your skin. But he didnโt hear you over the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. And even if he did, he didnโt care. He wasnโt going to let you go. Not until you were somewhere safe and warm with him and no one else.
โFuck!ย Fuck!โ Dabi shouted when he rounded the next corner and halted, you and Tomura nearly barreling into him as you skid to a stop and were faced with a dead end. โUhโฆ New plan!โ He backed up, peering down the remaining stretch of straight path and seeing the silhouettes of even more enemies pop up to cage you in, a big dumpster wedged in the middle of the narrow alley slowing them down, but not for long.
Panicked, he started back down the dead end, spotting a fire escape ladder just out of reach, rushing over to jump up to try and grab hold and pull it down, but every attempt was met with no more than his fingers barely brushing against the first bar.
โWhat are we doing, guys?!โ you shouted, your panic catching up with you as you stared down the alley and watched as your pursuers became dangerously closer by the second. Your heart was pounding, pulse beating so fast and hard that it hurt. Though, meanwhile, unbeknownst to you amongst the dread, Tomura had gone over to assist, Dabi lifting him to pull down the ladder.
You froze. Paralyzed with terror as a group of silhouettes were mere yards away. So close you could see the whites of their eyes. Youโd meant to yell, to scream, anything to inform the boys that they were coming. But then that rough, scarred hand grabbed yours again and pulled you towards the ladder, practically pushing you up it even as you scrambled as fast as you could to climb.
Dabi was already at the top, extending a hand to you to pull you up to the landing.
And the only reason Tomura dared let go of you was because he thought that Dabi would just pull you up and then keep running on his own. So when the inky haired bastard locked his fist around your wrist and took off withย you. Wellโฆ
Tomura saw red.
โWait! Owโย Stop!โ You tried to protest, fighting harder against his grip than you had on Tomuraโs, digging your heels into the ground only to be yanked forward to nearly stumble over the next flight of stairs. You looked behind you for Tomura, not even having time to make sure heโd made it up the ladder before youโd been taken hostage again. You called his name, hopingโย prayingโ that heโd call back. Let you know he was ok. That heโd made itโ
But there was only silence.
โSTOP!โ you shrieked, reaching forward with your free hand to dig your nails into Dabiโs arm, clawing viciously at his inked skin until he had no choice but to let go, a few thin rivulets of blood welling up from the pale surface.
โJesusโ What the fuck isย wrongย with you?!โ He scolded, sapphire eyes smoldering with white hot fury beneath a deep scowl.
โTomuraโ!โ
โWho fuckingย cares?!โ Dabi shouted over your cries, which were quickly turning to sobsโ fat, glistening tears welling in your eyes and streaking shimmering lines down your cheeks in pairs. Your chest was heaving with shallow breaths, suffocating yourself every time you tried to draw in more air, feeling like you were going to throw up. Like you were going to pass out. Like you were going to die.
โBut heโ!โ
โBetter him than us!โ Dabi cut in with a snarl, approaching you with fists clenched. You winced when he came close enough that his shadow cast over you, shielding your face with your arms as if you expected a strike. โNow, unless you want those guys to rip you apart, then I suggest you stop your fucking crying and fuckingย run.โ
His voice was icy hot. Searing into your heart like millions of barbed fish hooks, each one connected to a line that pulled in a different direction, intending to unravel you. To massacre you.
You felt your world sway and caught yourself on the railing of the staircase, peering down over the edge at the vast drop below.
And the thought did cross your mind. To jump. To end it all. But then from the landing below came, โKeep going!โ
Both you and Dabi looked at each other with varying degrees of relief and confusion before you turned to see Tomura sprinting up the staircase, out of breath but still refusing to slow down. Immediately all your dread was replaced with a vibrant joy, a beaming, yet crooked smile lighting up your face and contrasting eerily with the tears that still spilled from your eyes.
โTomura! Youโโ
โThe ladder!โ He huffed, coming to a stop and nearly doubling over once he joined you and Dabi on the next landing. An awful wheezing sound rattled in his chest with every inhale he took, bracing his hands on his knees for a moment before finding the will to stand and finishing his sentence with, โTried to pull it up but it got stuck halfwayโฆ Theyโre probablyโฆ On their wayโฆโ
โLike I saidโ!โ Dabi snapped, getting ready to run again. โWe gotta go.ย Now.โ
So the three of you took offโ together this timeโ the top of the building but a landing away now, though you could hear the frantic clattering of heavy footsteps not far below.
โWhat happens once we get to the roof?โ You called to Dabi, who was already on the final ladder.
โJust trust me!โ he shouted back, extending a hand once again to pull you up, though you were careful not to hold on too tightly after what had just happened moments ago.
As Tomura climbed the ladder, he muttered to himself, โI donโt like those oddsโฆโ
But once you were on the roof, Dabi seemed to know the terrain better than he did on the ground. Because, up here, you could see the entire city laid out before you. All the narrow, intertwining streets appeared like an elaborate maze with the heart of the district shimmering like a mirage in the summer heat far, far in the distance.
โWeโll head towards the shopping district and lose โem there,โ Dabi explained as you and Tomura followed behind him in a line, treading much more carefully than your surefooted, tattooed friend so as to avoid a deadly fall. โMy place isnโt far. Weโll hide out there for a while till we can make sure the streets are clear.โ
โWonโt they know where to find you?โ you asked, nearly rolling your eyes as such an obvious flaw in his plan. โI mean, you canโt be telling me that these guys donโt know where you live.โ
Dabi smirked to himself, eyes trained on where his next step would land upon the roof to avoid any loose shingles as he replied with an overconfident, โWell, thatโs just one of the perks of this lifestyle, sweetheart.ย Anywhereย can be your home when you donโt really have one of your own.โ
You scoffed at his arrogance, not exactly finding it veryย funnyย to be making jokes at a time like this, but ultimately you let it go. It was a bridge youโd cross when you came to it, so long as you could get to the other end of the slanted path you were currently on.
But Dabi wasnโt joking.
He had a place. Several, in fact. A hideout in every corner of the outskirts. And every time one of them was discovered or raided, heโd just count his losses, retrieve what little he could, and forge a new hole to call home until the process inevitably repeated.
It was how heโd survived this long. How heโd evaded his enemies just long enough to extend his deadline or wrack up an even bigger debt.
Lucky for you, though, he was taking you back to his favorite hideout. It could almost pass for an actual place someone might be able to call home.ย Almost.
โHey, I think we lost โemโฆโ Tomura eventually remarked as youโd changed to your third rooftop, standing still and staring over the scenery behind you. Lo and behold, your pursuers were nowhere to be seen.
Dabi stopped to listen in, the whistling from a strong gust of wind the only sound to be heard up here other than the muffled traffic drifting over from a few streets down. โYeahโฆโ Dabi muttered, then clearing his throat to speak loud enough for you both to hear, โYeah, I think we lost โem. Cโmon. Letโs go.โ
A few more unstable rooftops and several flights of rusted fire escape staircases later and the three of you were back on solid ground. And it was sort of strange, unexpectedly, being back among the maze of buildings and alleys after experiencing the view of the city from so high up. You felt so much smaller than you had before, gazing up through the gaps in the architecture at the sliver of sky which had just expanded all around you, painting over the muted greys and browns of your world with a serene shade of blue.
โHey, cโmonโฆโ Tomura urged quietly, taking your hand in his once more, though much more gently this time, and guiding you to follow after him, careful not to press into the bruises that were already beginning to blossom on your wrist from the abuse between him and Dabi forcing you along. โWe gotta go.โ
But you just wanted to stay and stare up at the sky, unable to shake the feeling that perhaps that was the first time youโd ever truly seen itโ a sprawling revelation expanding around you after youโd just been fearing for your life, the city never that quiet, never that still, the heat of summer not so stifling when there was so much fresh air swirling around you.
But your feet carried you after Tomura, drifting closer to where Dabi was checking to make sure the coast was clear from the opening in the alley that would merge back onto the main streets, waving you two forward in a wordless announcement that it was safe.
โJust a few more blocks,โ Dabi sighed, careful cerulean gaze scanning the narrow horizon like prey expecting to find a predator lurking among the telephone poles and parked cars. But then he looked at you, noticed the tranquil daze that had overtaken your features, and asked with a skeptical squint, โYou holdinโ up ok?โ
It took a second for you to realize he was talking to you, snapping out of your daydream and becoming more alert as you looked up at him and replied with a shaky, โY-yeahโฆ Iโm fine,โ as you melted back into Tomuraโs side.
And Dabi wished that Tomura wouldnโt have made it past the first ladder. That heโd been caught by those thugs and pulled down, beaten to death and left to suffer on the grimey concrete. Because then maybe he could be the one whose hand you were holding. Whose chest you were starting to lean against. He could take you the rest of the way to his little hole in the wall apartment and get you something to drink, sling an arm around you and pull you close until you stopped trembling and heโd convinced you that no oneโ not the cops or any backstreet criminalsโ was going to take you from him.
But the bastard whoโd tried to kill himself by stepping in front of the car was the one who currently protected your heart, the one who was allowed to touch you and whisper howย it isnโt much further, weโll be there soon.
Dabi cursed himself for the man heโd been twenty-four hours ago. The man who was so hardened from this life that heโd fallen into that he was no longer able to recognize something that was good before he scorned it, scorched it, ruined it with harsh words and biting remarks.
Deep down, thoughโฆ
Deep down he stoked the embers of hope in the hearth of his heart. Hope that maybe, if you could just get through this, he could convince you to be his.
โItโs right this way,โ Dabi informed the two of you as you rounded the next corner, this street wider than most of the others youโd traveled down yet entirely abandoned. Only some littered newspaper scraps or empty cardboard boxes blown astray from overflowing dumpsters scuttling along the street when a breeze blew by.
โWhere evenย areย we?โ you asked as you continued to survey the place, surprised not to find even a single parked car, taxi, moped, anything in sight.
โItโs better if you donโt know, actually,โ Dabi mumbled, fishing a set of keys out of one of his pockets and flipping through them until he found the correct one.ย
It was only then, just as he swung open a heavy metal door and held it as if wanting you to enter first that it occurred to you. Such a chilling, stomach turning realization.
You stopped short halfway through your next step, giving Tomuraโs hand a slight squeeze in warning like you had in the car on the way to Spinnerโs.
What if this was a trap?
What if Dabi was planning on killing the two of you and claiming your shares of the cash for himself?
It wouldnโt be hard to do. Not once he shut that door behind youโ one that might only open one way, for all you knewโ and guided you further into an unfamiliar building. Heโd been so quick with that switchblade before. Only, this time, instead of slashing an eye it would be you and Tomuraโs throats.
โWhatโs the matter?โ Tomura inquired with a concerned mutter, leaning down a little to keep the conversation private.
But then Dabi called over with an impatient, โHurry it up! Canโt be out in the open for too long!โ
You just shook your head, shuffling back a half step while your eyes remained stuck on Dabi holding open the door.
โCโmon, itโs ok. Weโre fine now,โ Tomura tried to urge you, gently tugging you along until you caved and your feet stumbled forward, heartbeat hammering as you squeezed Tomuraโs hand even tighter. He could feel your entire body shaking, but he figured that was more from the trauma of the recent events than the possible fear of being murdered by the third member of your unlikely trio.
Once you were inside, the door shutting behind you with a high pitched creak whining from its rusted hinges, you were engulfed in complete darkness for longer than you were comfortable with, paranoia lacing through your veins with a jittery shiver until Dabi flicked on a light switch and the place was set ablaze with vivid blueโ graffied flames painted along the floors and walls that glowed under the blacklight.ย
โItโs not much butโฆโ Dabi shrugged. โThey wonโt find us here.โ
And just like that, your mood flipped. You were in awe for the second time that day, unable to believe the sight before you was one that belonged to your usually bleak reality.ย
โDid youโฆโ you breathed out with a sigh, a fresh wave of calm overtaking you as you and Tomura followed Dabi down the long hallway. โDid you do all this?โ
Dabi hummed out a short chuckle. โYeah, well, sometimes I find myself having to hide out for a little longer than usual, soโฆโ
Beyond the tunnel of blue flames, behind the only door located in the expansive corridor, was a single floor, several makeshift walls and barriers constructed from cardboard boxes or mismatched, patchwork pieces of plastic creating little rooms among the warehouse-like expanse. The walls of this place were also decorated with the glowing blue flames, the inferno that ignited along the hall growing into a raging wildfire with some red accents for contrast.
Dabi flipped on the main lights and the art disappeared, plain concrete walls swallowing the fiery blaze and bathing the hideout in bright fluorescence, some of the lamps flickering every once in a while to remind you that this place was not a magical fantasyland, but a dilapidated,ย definitelyย not up to safety code concrete box that you could very well be calling home for the foreseeable future.
โYou can take your shoes off,โ Dabi began, already heading towards one of the little sectioned off rooms, โOr donโt. I donโt care. Sit wherever. Whatever.โ Then, from the room that was most likely his makeshift kitchen, he called out, โHey, either of you want a drink?!โ
For a moment, youโd forgotten Tomura was even there, his hand locked with yours just feeling like second nature at this point. So when he called back, โSome water might be nice!โ you nearly jolted at the sudden voice. He then guided you over to the tiny, scuffed up couch and sat beside you, searching your faceโ your eyesโ forย something.
โHeyโฆโ he muttered, brushing some of your disheveled hair away from your sweat streaked face, eyes still a little puffy from crying on the fire escape. โYou okโฆ?โ
You started crying again, slowly at first, then sobbing uncontrollably as you buried your face into his shoulder, your wailing muffled by the flimsy fabric of his shirt. He pulled you in closer, protectively, as Dabi re-entered the main area carrying two bottles of water and one can of beer, stride only stuttering a fraction when he witnessed your current state, the way you were clinging to Tomura for dear life again, as if he was the only thing in this world holding you together.
His grip around the beer can tightened, pressing a few small dents into the aluminum.ย
โWhatโs wrong with โerย now?โ he asked, words coated in thickโ yet forcedโ derision, rolling his eyes and tossing Tomura one of the water bottles before jumping over the back of the couch and landing on the thin cushions next to you, keeping a bit of a distance even if that wasnโt necessarily what he wanted to do right now.
Tomura unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, trying to coax you to catch your breath and take a sip as he rubbed a hand up and down your back. But you wouldnโt lift your head from his shoulder, only nuzzling into his body deeper.
Both Tomura and Dabi exchanged unsure glances, neither exactly sure what to do right now, that is, until they heard your sobs turn intoย laughterโ a cold, cruel chuckle that hiccuped in your chest every time a lingering sob pried its way past your lungs.
When you finally pulled your face from its hiding place among Tomuraโs person, your head flopped back and you slumped into the couch. You looked sort of terrifyingโ teeth bared in a too wide smile as your body shook from soundless amusement, tears continuing to stream down your face and collect under your chin before dripping down onto your shirt.
โBitch is fuckinโ crazyโฆโ Dabi mumbled under his breath as he raised the beer can to his lips, though he jumped when a particularly loud burst of laughter tore through your throat. Then he couldnโt take his eyes off you, usually half-lidded and unbothered stare going wide enough to rival Tomuraโs as he sat there frozen and unblinking, beer can still lifted to his lips yet he didnโt dare take a single sip.
And Tomura, wellโฆ
Tomura knew the feeling.
โI just canโt believeโฆโ you barely were able to get the words out, battling between the incessant urge to cry and laugh at the same time, chest beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen in your delirious and hysterical state. โI just canโt believe that weโre aliveโฆ Weโre aliveโฆโ
Tomura swallowed hard, gulped down the past few hours and hoped the monster drowned in his stomach acid before it gained enough strength to crawl back up his throat. He uttered your nameโ a nervous, unsure set of syllables that felt wrong in his mouth, sounded wrong to your ears. But then Dabi started laughing, his sounding low and rough and downrightย sinfulย at the realization that, yes, youโd all made it back alive.
And there was still twenty thousand dollars to split between you. Six thousand each.
โYโknow what,โ Dabi said, leaning forward and setting his beer down on the busted and scratched coffee table in front of the couch. โI think the three of us make a pretty alright team.โ Both you and Tomuraโs gazes snapped his way, your laughter slowly fading until even the smile was wiped from your face.
Finally, Tomura said, โWe almostย diedย back there.โ
โWell then maybe you should beย thankingย me,โ Dabi responded with a hint of cruelty mixed into his tone, still holding on tight to the grudge against the silver-haired boy for stepping in front of his stolen car. Though, at this point, it really wasnโt even about that anymore, was it?
โWhat do you meanย team?โ you then cut in, feeling the tension between the two of them growing and hoping to defuse the situation before it erupted again. Even so, some sarcasm couldnโt help but shine through your words, one of your eyebrows quirked up in some kind of dramatic confusion. โThe way I remember it, you wanted to leave us forย deadย on more than one occasion.โ
โLook, Iโm not used to workinโ with other people, alright?โ Dabi shot back, clearly feeling cornered now, both you and Tomura setting distrusting stares upon his inked skin and sapphire eyes. โSo, sorry if things didnโt always go off without a hitchโโ He leaned forward, tightening the huddle between you three. โBut what Iโm tryna say isโฆโ
Dabi took a moment to search your eyes, studying them, memorizing their color and the way they looked in the light versus the dark. Then he shifted his gaze to Tomura, whoโs bright scarlet was far less alluring. Dabi didnโt know what you saw in himโ saw in his dry, cracked, scarred skin and all that shaggy silver hair that fell into his eyes. Because all Dabi saw was someone not worth the trouble. Someone who would bury himโ bury the both of youโ along with himself if he got the right chance.
Perhaps Tomura was a risk in all of this.
Perhaps Dabi would live to regret trusting him.
But Dabi knew that if he wantedย youโ and he most certainly did want youโ then Tomura was going to have to be the stray that tagged along. At least, until he could think of a better way to get rid of himโฆ
โWhat Iโm tryna say is that I think the three of us could pull off some pretty decent jobs,โ Dabi finally concluded.
You narrowed your eyes at him, thinking if you traced over the lines of his tattoos or dared to submerge yourself into the blue of his stare for long enough youโd figure out what angle he was working, what catch would be tacked on to the end of such an offer. Though, in your hesitation, Tomura seemed to have put some of the scattered pieces to this puzzle he could gather together in his own head. He held his stare with Dabi and asked, that raspy, dangerous darkness overtaking his tone as he lowered his voice and asked, โLike what?โ
And that was it.
From that moment on, you were in, all three of you leaning in closer and closer to each other as Dabi detailed some robberies heโd been trying to planโ robberies that required more than one person who knew the streets like he did and would have each otherโs backs if things took a turnโ elaborating on the fact that they were mostly on his enemies, guys whoโd either wronged him in the past or would in the very near future if someone didnโt remind them they werenโt untouchable.
โBut thatโs just the warm up,โ Dabi smirked, wearing that arrogant grin as he gave a half shrug, rolling his eyes a bit as if to say,ย childโs play. โI say we test out just how well we work together on these guys, then move onto something a little lessย pedestrianย and more, sayโฆย Corporate.โ
You thought of your view standing upon those rooftops, the heart of the city that youโd been cast out of so long ago shimmering in the distant summer heat. Close enough to dream of but still too far away to touch.
Dabi chuckled to himself then, posing the question, โI mean, what do we really have to lose?โ
Youโd wondered that for a while now.
Maybe it was about time you found out.
For the remainder of the night, the three of you tunneled deeper and deeper into Dabiโs plans, exploring every nook and cranny of the scheme until you felt like enough of the holes had been filled and openings in the fences patched up. By the time the hands on the clock were beginning to run into the early hours of the next morning, your eyelids were growing too heavy for you to fight against anymore.ย
You were exhausted and both the boys saw it.
So Tomura took the envelope out of his pocket, counted out each of your shares, Dabi counting his twice just to make sure, and thus the alliance was set. After that, you guys called it quits for the day, got some rest and allowed yourselves to recharge before the first act of your ambitious new activities would commence. And as you fell asleep curled up close to Tomura on that narrow couch, half of your body draped over him and finding comfort in the slow rise and fall of his chest, Dabiโs words kept repeating in your head over and over, an endless, overlapping echo of, โWhat do we really have to lose?โ
You found the answer just before slipping unconscious, you think, though by the time youโd wake up tomorrow youโd forget it.
What do we have to lose? Well, the only thing thatโs really ever been ours to begin with.
Our lives.
***
(Hello and thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please do check out the MV this fic is based on if you get the chance, itโs one Iโve loved since it came out all the way back in 2017, though perhaps you ought to wait until the fic is finished since itโs likely youโll be able to predict some spoilers haha.
Anyway, future chapters will feature more of the Dabi x Reader side of things so for those of you who prefer Dabi please be patient with me! Thereโs actually a scene thatโs been in my head for a while that Iโm really looking forward to writing when the time comes.
I originally planned to write this fic in three parts but given how much more involved it became the more I developed it, now it's likely going to end up being somewhere between five and ten depending. I'll probably end up breaking up the original "three parts" into slightly shorter (though still lengthy) chapters so I'm able to post updates more consistently throughout this year rather than only be able to put out one huge chapter every few years.
Anyway, I really appreciate everyoneโs patience and hope that you look forward to the next chapter. With that being said, Iโll see you soon!
Byyyyye~)
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