#main : quirkbeat ; tomura & dabi

[ofdualism]

@quirkbeat

"It's too damn hot, get the fuck away from me." Cue Tomura pushing Dabi away from him with his foot.

[ofdualism]

@quirkbeat

It was one of those godforsaken days where Tomura woke from his slumber with absolute disgust with himself. He should have slept with his bandages on so he didn't feel his damn breasts when he sat up. A low groan left him, eyes looking down at his shirt, frowning even more at the 'lumps' that was there underneath his shirt. Sometimes he didn't care about them and could ignore them, but today was not one of those days.

He stood from the old ripped up couch that was in his room. Bare feet hitting the cold wood floor underneath him. The floor boards creaking at every step he took. His hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, grasping it and pulling it over his head. It was time to put bandages around his chest again. One hand dropped the shirt on the floor while the other hand moved to start scratching at his neck. The itchiness coming on early in the morning and his dysphoria probably made the want to scratch his skin off worse.

He walked over to his bag to retrieve more bandages to wrap around his chest. But when he looked in the bag, he couldn't find any. He thrashed around inside the bag, frantic to find them but he came up empty handed. He shouldn't have thrown the old ones he was wearing out. Damnit!

His breathing got a little bit heavier as he started to thrash around the room, not caring to be quiet. They had to be here! He surely didn't use the last of them a few weeks ago did he? He only threw them out due to them getting too disgusting to wear but he was sure he had more!

His right hand dug more into his flesh, feeling the warmth of his blood start to slowly trickle out. He didn't care though, actually it was the only comfort he was getting right now. Otherwise he might turn the entire hideout to dust.

He threw things off the shelves with his free hand, opening drawers of a broken dresser to see if they were in there. His left hand grabbing and throwing anything that wasn't the bandages. He was so in distress that he didn't hear the creak of the door behind him opening. It was only when he heard his last name being yelled, that Tomura stopped. At least thrashing around but his right hand kept digging into his neck.

He slowly turned his head to look behind him. Red eyes glaring at whoever the fuck was at his door. But once he saw it was just Dabi, his glare became a little less deadly. Since Dabi was one of the select few that knew he was transgender, he fully turned his body to face him, not caring he was shirtless. If Dabi hadn't had known though, he would have kept his back facing him.

"What do you want?!" It was a question but he was nearly yelling, his voice filled with irritation.

[ofdualism]

Your muse encounters my muse half-dead in the middle of nowhere. Send “Rescue” for a starter. For the reverse, send “Savior”. - no longer accepting

@quirkbeat sent: “Savior” ( Tomura & Dabi )

"You look like shit." Tomura had appeared beside Dabi's body.

The smell of smoke, burnt flesh was heavily in the air. It could make one sick to be honest. But it didn't affect Tomura in the slightest. His hood was over his head as he was out looking for Dabi for sometime and he honestly didn't heroes on his ass if they spotted him. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he knelt down beside the other villain.

"Really got into a nasty fight huh? Hate to see the other guy." If the other guy was still alive that is. "Ah well... this is shit though. You can't go dying on me yet. You're still needed for my plan." He lifted a finger and poked at Dabi's face to keep his eyes on him.

"Guess I'll have to drag you back. You're such a pain sometimes, Dabi." With that said, he stood back up and lifted the other up. At least he got some muscle on him now. He threw him over his shoulder, it was the easiest way to care him. Dabi should be happy he isn't dragging him by the foot back to the hideout.

He avoided crowds and slipped into alleyways when he could. At least they weren't too far from the hideout. Once there, Tomura dropped Dabi onto the ripped up couch.

"I'll go grab someone to help patch you up. Though, you owe me for saving you."