#incarceration arc

Shigaraki watched as the restraints crumbled in his hands.

Dabi was here.  He was conscious.

Yet...

He sounded so fucking broken and vulnerable.

Tomura felt his heart crumble as the cuffs did from the wails of the man before him.  If asked the dampness in his eye was from the dust his quirk was creating and not from sympathetic tears.

“Dabi... it’s actually me...”

He reached out and touched the man’s face again with three fingers to try and anchor him here.  He needed Dabi to focus so they could walk out together...

“I need you to focus and help me get you out of here before the pigs figure out what’s going on.”

Everything for this rescue mission was in place.  Even though Kurogiri had begged, pleaded for him to stay out of the fight, but they had touched what was his.  Stolen a part of him.  

He couldn’t stand by when the rest of the players were already at the final stage.  

The plan was simple;  Twice was to clone each of them to ensure a distraction, making the idiotic police believe that they were going for a frontal attack.  While they were busy distracting the pigs he was to go in and free Dabi from any and all restraints he was bound to be found in and quickly extract him before it alerted the medical staff.  

Shigaraki knew they would fall for it.  He was known to be a petulant man child by the ones looking for him, so they wouldn’t count it out as a possibility.

Giving his double the hands he normally wore in these operations, he dressed down in the hoodie he had taken to wearing in Dabi’s absence.  It was large enough to obscure his face from any cameras in the area, and it would allow minimal suspicion, since it seemed the pigs have yet to get his face on camera thanks to Father’s protective touch.  

He waited for the clones to step through the gate Kurogiri had made for the operation.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Remember the objective

Get him out

Put your emotions on the backburner.

Steady your shaking hands dammit!

Do it for him.

Do it for him...

For him...

“Do it.”

His tone was even and final.  Looking one last time at the mist villain he stepped through the separate portal, determined to find Dabi.

Shigaraki Tomura had moped enough for at least three lifetimes. 

This was enough, he had to put on his big boy pants and fucking deal with this shit himself.  He had already lost his teacher and an important ally, he couldn’t waste more time and risk losing the person most important to him as well.

He fished out his cracked phone, noticing he had further destroyed his bed sheets in his sleep.  So much for keeping nightmares at bay.  He quickly checked his texts noticing a few from the doting father of the organization.  

Shit...  

Kurogiri wanted him to come down for a meal and briefing on the current... crisis their organization had fallen into.

Shooting the mist villain a quick response he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and padded over to the door.

Tomura didn’t even bother changing out of the over sized hoodie he shoved on last night.  His comrades could fucking deal with it if he showed up in his civilian clothes for now.

If they were mobilizing then and only then would he grab his gear and suit up, because what was the fucking point otherwise?

If Kurogiri didn’t have enough of or the right information there would be no point for him to make a rash move and risk the entire alliance as well as his position as kingpin.  

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat at the thought of Dabi being stuck god knows where being tortured for information.  He had to be a leader here.  Had to stay in control.  He stilled his shaking hands and wished he had father covering his face, but he was already most of his way to the bar and refused to keep the barkeep waiting any longer.

Fuck.  He should have cleaned himself up before coming down.  He knew his neck was probably an ugly sight- covered in gouges and dried blood.  It didn’t help that it had gotten so bad in his sleep that he managed to claw his wrists up pretty badly as well.  Kurogiri was going to hover worse now.

Too late to clean up, he barged into to bar like the head of a villainous organization should and took his place at the bar.

“So, Kurogiri...”  

He started, keeping the shaking out of his voice for the moment.

Today had been good so far, his emotions the only downside to how quiet it had been for once.  The silence was a welcome respite from the recent incident with the Yakuza and the loss of an ally.  But that’s how villainy worked- nothing ever stayed quiet for long.  

“Fucking hell Kurogiri...”

He checked his phone to see a message from the doting warp villain.  He had been pretty chatty today, so he decided to see the importance of this message.

“Fuck...”

Well... fuck was an understatement here.  Kurogiri’s text was more than just worrisome.  It was terrifying.  A casualty and someone MIA in the group at this point was critical news.  He and the other ‘higher ranked’ of the allience had been working their fucking asses off to fill vacant positions left by their... no HIS recent failures as a boss.  

Shigraki didn’t have to wait long until alarms were blaring.  The thunderous amounts of footsteps came from the other side of the thin door told him the ‘raid’ had begun.  He could only hope none of the clones got wrecked too soon.

Tomura scratched slightly at the bandages on his neck, waiting patiently to leave his hiding place.

Beeping.  Steady beeping.

The pseudo hospital was silent aside from the beeping of a lone heart monitor; staff probably being told to take cover in some sort of panic room until the threat was detained.

God he fucking despised hospitals...

The smell of sickness and disinfectant; white walls too clinical and cruel.

It made him itch...

Toga had informed Kurogiri that Dabi was the only patient in the wing currently, making it a simple task of finding the one occupied room in the wing.

That beeping.

There he was.

He rushed to the door it was coming from, checking to make sure no medical personnel were lingering around before making quick work of the door with his quirk.  He took a deep breath, steeling his anxiety over what state the man was probably going to be in before stepping past the threshold.

His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him.  Dabi looked to be more machine than man at this point;  respirator and tubes taking up most of his form.  If it weren’t for the shock of wild black hair Tomura wouldn’t have realized it was him.  He made note of the restraints holding the man to the bed, most likely disabling his quirk.  Those were going to be the first to go.

Dabi’s arms were another story he’d need to pay more attention to when they were freed.

He walked up to the man strapped to the bed and leaned over him, tracing his jawline with two careful fingers.  His face looked bruised and broken too.  Why the fuck had he taken so long to save him.  He noticed the man beneath him stirring from what was likely an induced nap.

“Dabi... I came.  I’m going to set you free...”

He didn’t waste any time before reaching to the restraints and gripping them hard with his full grasp.