[It's a peaceful night for Shigaraki. One that isn't full of any bad or unpleasant memories. Actually there wasn't a whole lot to say about his night because it felt like an empty night for Shigaraki. But it wasn't exactly empty.
Dabi's there, warm and firm against Shigaraki's cold and hardened body. He doesn't move when he wakes up. Trying to enjoy the moment a little while longer until he has to shift slightly to scratch at the itch bubbling beneath some scabs on his neck.
He moves too so that he's on his back now and able to look at Dabi while scratching.]
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Dabi's there, warm and firm against Shigaraki's cold and hardened body. He doesn't move when he wakes up. Trying to enjoy the moment a little while longer until he has to shift slightly to scratch at the itch bubbling beneath some scabs on his neck.
He moves too so that he's on his back now and able to look at Dabi while scratching.]