#stiflingmists

[txt] ... Miss Himiko, are you well?

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.  

“Goddammit fuckin making me worry while I’m out having fun...”

He sighed, pulling out his cracked phone and typing.

[txt] @stiflingmists hey can you possibly put dabi somewhere where he wont complain to me about being cold kthx

[Text to:Misty]: Thaaaaanks I guess, I’ll try not to get sidetracked anymore (๑ゝڡ◕๑)

[Text to:Misty]: Jeeeeez let a girl do her work!!! It’s been like one night!! (-д-；)