BURN, BABY, BURN.

 Ah ?  Oh crap  —–  He must have been staring for far too long, curious eyes crowning the stranger with inconspicuous examination.   ❝  No. I won’t call the cops ?  I mean —- I don’t care ?  ❞ He fumbles for the right words, tries to explain that he means no harm but only sounded unsure, still he continues.  ❝  I was just… looking. ❞   He motioned towards his hand, bespectacled hues focusing on the flame that situated itself along his finger tips, wasn’t that an interesting sight ?  

oh, so he was just a spectator... well well. with a shrug he approached the redhead a bit further, until he knew it was too much. he did care about body contact after all and he would totally stay one or two feet away to respect the people’s comfort. “what’s so interesting about a dude playing with fire? you look like you’ve seen this the first time, eh?”

“The fuck is wrong with you, don’t you know if you spray me with water, I’ll melt.” That usually only applied to wicked witches but apparently it affected villainous neets to. Shigaraki tried to jump out of the way only to be shot through the heart. What a romance indeed, Dabi was the one to blame, they sure gave love a bad name.

However, Shigaraki too had a heart just as twisted when it came to presents. He quickly ducked away and looked for his own box, ripping it open with three fingers on each hand and carefully prying out the contents inside. He picked up a fire extinguisher and aimed it at Dabi. 

“Hey, this might help you chill a little bit.” He said as he hit the trigger with one finger. 

“your quirk is not being a fucking candle, you dipshit”, the wildfire has a point, tomura is just being a jerk as usual, but when he sees that the male picks up a fire extinguisher, he knows that the fun will be over now. 

“what’s up with you now?”, he huffed as he approached the student with a grin on his face. ah, the one who didn’t want to join the league. wonder how much it would make shigaraki happy to actually deliver the angry boy to him. or not. nah, not feeling like it. besides, he knew of the potential of the boy, so it was not really worth it, honestly. “you wanna shove your stupid hand onto my face just to go... BOOM with it? take a chill pill.”

he was just up to provoke the brat, like he had nothing else to do in this sacred city. “kids like you piss me off, honestly”, he said, followed by a click on his tongue. 

“what are you going to do now, eh? calling the cops? good luck on that”, he huffers, while the flames are still resting on his finger tips. this kid really thinks he can call on the police? just for burning some pile of trash. he huffs, then lifts his hand just to flip him off. “i’m no good guy and never will be. i don’t fucking care about this city.”

anyways, he opens the package and... really...? a SPRAYBOTTLE FULL WITH WATER!? is that a fucking joke? if so... then it’s not funny. eugh... whoever sent him this might just think it’s a damn joke. he grumbles, then just decided to leave the complex. the next thing he does is seeing tomura and he takes his opportunity to spray him with water.

“here, have a free shower, dipshit.” — what a quite ROMANTIC GREETING, dabi. 

        「 ⋮ ✖ ⋮ 」–– A part of her had already accepted that she had no other choice but to stay in this dreadful city for now, but there was another part of her that just could not help but occasionally flare up and seethe quite angrily. Her enemies weren’t around in this city, so she couldn’t even release her emotions by kicking their asses to hell. No, she had to resort to randomly kicking down trash cans.

        An unfamiliar voice caused her to immediately get in a defensive position. Velvet narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Why did she always have to attract all the weirdos? Not like she was one to talk since she was a monster herself. “And what do you suggest doing instead? Peeling off random people’s flesh? … No thanks. I can burn my own trash.”

oh, here she goes. not that he’s upset about her comment, he gets to hear a lot of things like that so it’s not that big of a deal. he huffs, then approaches her just to attempt to burn a trash bin close to him. “i’d rather you watch your mouth.”

 “Why don’t we rob a mcdonalds, it’ll be romantic.” Shigaraki put his mask back on, both figuratively and literally. He slipped the fingers back over his face, making them grip his face hard. No matter where he went, he would never escape his father’s grip, around his neck, on his head, all over his body but that was how it ought to be. He stopped trying to sound sincere too, a few minutes of sincerity was enough for this entire year. 

Dabi did not even need to wear a mask, the burns on his face had erased every trace of who he was before. Though, if Shigaraki was honest he preferred him this way, in his current, broken form. Whatever had drove him to villainry, Shigaraki was glad he became a villain. Dabi would be wasted on heroes.

“This time make sure you don’t burn our food, idiot. No spicy food either, you’re the only one who likes eating food that hot.”

“robbing a mcdonalds”, he narrows his eyes. “a mcdonalds is not really worth it, but now if i think about it... i am in fact starving.” the canned ravioli that he would eat sometimes were giving him the last of himself, same went with instant ramen. “while we’re at it, let’s get a happy meal for himiko. they have unicorns as a present. she might love it.” 

“It doesn’t matter if I’m a dumbass. I’m the alpha dumbass. I’m still in charge.” Shigaraki hissed through his lips. He could still feel the other oy’s warmth, like he had been burned. Even if he had been burned he didn’t particularly mind, it was not like he could get any uglier. 

“Umm… you know. The hand that I’m always covering my face with. It belonged to my dad, I killed him and that was all that was left.” Shigaraki said, looking away from the other. His wrinkled eyes closed for a moment trying to hide his expression. He preferred to be unreadable, inhuman. “So, there. You have blackmail on me if I disappear again.”

oh, so they were playing the game of you lose you truth. this piece of information is meaningful, in fact. but using it as blackmail? dabi isn’t like that. “nah, if you disappear again i won’t blackmail you.” wow, feeling empathy, dabi? not really, actually. he’s just being sick of being shoved around like that. at least tomura should know how he should feel— being the first born but yet the weakest of his family; then there’s tomura who probably hasn’t known any concept of family. whatever, this is the wrong moment. 

Himiko gives another huff, but finally relaxes her shoulders in a slump. She leaned forward until her head collided with Dabi’s arm, her mouth still curled into a pout even as she began to speak.

“So, I was just walking around and minding my own business, honest! Then, some jerk comes up and accuses me of stealing! He picks a fight with me– me– for something he doesn’t even have proof of! He had a weird quirk, too, or he was from some other dimension or whatever, ‘cause he was stronger than he looked. It was super lame, he even broke one of my knives!”

“tragic”, he comments. “there’s nothing else he can say about it, other than acting like he cares and showing apathy instead. he lifts his hand to ruffle her hair once more. “could have called either shigaraki or me, we would’ve shown this guy how to mess with us.”

“easy there, missy. kicking the garbage bins doesn’t make them feel any better”, not that he cares— but seeing random strangers being angry kind of reminds him of his young times being an angry teen, living the life of a rebel. 

“if ya need help taking out the trash, i would provide help by burning it”, he says, while a little, blue colored flame was dancing around his finger tips.

“Tch… so cold. I thought burning too hot was your thing.”

Shigaraki Tomura grumbled. He had been reaching towards Dabi, but instead he recoiled his hand before he could make contact with a single finger. It was probably for the best anyway, anything he reached out towards would inevitably be destroyed. That was the nature of his quirk. 

He leaned forward listening to Dabi. He was knot sure whether he figured it out or not, but he deicded to just go with it. He leaned down forward, and got all the way down on his knees. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Dabi’s boots. 

“There. You’re going to have to work real hard though if you want me to lick them.”

he snarls. what an awfully stupid gesture, he thinks. and here he thought that shigaraki has actually a brain, but considering that he literally kissed his fucking boots prove that this brat still has to learn. he really doesn’t feling kicking his face, dabi was just being pissed. nothing new, his mood changes most of the time. he sighs, audibly so a little nick of his voice could be heard. then he grab the male by the collar and pulls him to a proper kiss.

          Like so many other fragmented memories of Shouto’s past, he realizes in that moment that the existence of Snowball had completely escaped him. Given, her residence at the Todoroki estate had been short-lived, but he remembered her all the same. She had been so small and he couldn’t reach her- he might have asked Natsuo, but in the end Touya had been the one to retrieve her. 

          ❝I couldn’t keep her,❞ he mutters. Maybe Fuyumi and Natsuo had kept her a little longer without Enji’s knowledge. He had seldom seen Snowball after his father became aware of her existence. A distraction, he had been told, worth someone else’s time. Shouto sets his shoulders, tries to shake off the feeling of simultaneously burning and freezing at the same time.

          Snowball was a fleeting existence that had been taken away; like his mother, like Touya. But Touya had left, because he couldn’t handle their father anymore, because he had no choice, because that disgrace is never to be mentioned again.

          Now Shouto stands eye-to-eye with the disgrace, and his stomach feels like it’s being held in a fist as the understanding settles that in another time, another world- that could have been him. Driven by spite and fallen from grace, a name not even whispered in the dark at the estate- how did this ever happen?

          ❝You want to reconcile.❞ It’s a guess at best and a fear at worst. His stomach tightens in anticipation, heat scorching up his left arm with the threat of combustion. He swallows and pushes his feelings down, squishing them into oblivion until the sensation goes away.

“ah, what a shame”, he responds, “she was such a relief, an angel. you were so happy to have her.” of course it’s because of the disgrace that calls himself a father. of course it’s because of him that they eventually couldn’t keep snowball. he sighs. he hopes that snowball is doing fine, wherever she might be now. he hopes that his mother is fine as well. 

he wishes he wouldn’t have run away from the family. but it’s all because of their father. the man who didn’t only use shouto as a tool for his success, but also dabi himself. 

2. What made you decide to write this muse?

i guess it’s the way he is. he’s mysterious, cocky and just being a little bitch sometimes. and i guess those who know me for a while now know i’m into this kind of characters!

10. What do you love about your muse?

i’d lie if i said that his look appeal me. you call him ugly, i call him pretty. but not only the looks but, again, he’s mysterious and cocky. 

11. What do you hate about your muse?