#decayinghands

A slight turn of his head as he listened to Tenko. He was so calm feeling the other run hands through his hair. Now the closeness made him happy. A small chuckle as he slowly shook his head, to not disturb the taller since he had his face in the blonde hair.  

It was late. almost midnight kind of late. Yuyuka had a long day and she was ready to just go home and sleep. She wasn’t particularly in the mood to be walking back home on the main streets. The last thing she needed to deal with right now were people. She was exhausted and not in the mood for it. 

Tonight, she would take the back roads and alleyways to avoid people. Seriously, why were people still even out and about at this time of night?

She had turned down one of the rather shady looking alleys. it wasn’t long before Yuyuka spotted someone laying on the ground up ahead. At first, she was going to ignore them, thinking it was some passed out drunk guy. But that changed when she saw blood located on the back of his head and dripping down his forehead. He clearly was hurt. 

Should she call an ambulance? No. This guy needed help now. She couldn’t just leave him here either. That’s not what heroes do. 

  Maybe it was the fact that he’d always been the most antagonistic of his siblings, sharing the role as a middle child and one of the few his father had case aside, that his skin itched to bait Tomura. There was just something sickly satisfying about watching him get worked up, inspiring the same thrill Dabi had gotten when he was still young and in school- watching children get pushed to the brink of tears by the wicked words the slipped so easily from his lips. 

 Despite this he stayed mindful of his boundaries and intentions, knowing that in the process to reach his goals that he would benefit greatly from keeping them on the same side. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t unable to gracelessly toe the line of ally and general nuisance. 

 Which is exactly what led him to approaching the other man while he sat at the bar. His foot hit the leg, just enough to grab Shigaraki’s attention without sacrificing the integrity of the thing ( he wasn’t exactly aiming for a fight this time around ). 

 Either way, as he spoke Dabi took up his own residence on the neighboring stool, knuckles knocking against the wood in an idle manner. 

  “So, I was thinking. We haven’t exactly done anything big lately.”

  Not that he minded having free time and a rather loose leash, but still. Things had gotten almost mundane, and he was interested to see where the other man planned for them to go with his efforts.