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[He backs off a little, glaring at the other for blocking his exit.]

Nothing scares me, Dabi.

[That's the biggest lie he's ever convinced anyone of. There are plenty of things that scare him. Namely that hand he calls father- if something were to happen to it. But... that's not a fair trade nor is it ever something Shigaraki would offer up for Dabi just to be able to touch him.]

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[Dabi smiles crookedly, leaning in a little just like Shigaraki did to him on the couch. Trying to pick him apart, or get in his head. They're both the same thing really, and they're both so eager to do it to each other. ]

That's complete bullshit and you know it.

[He does glance down at the hand Shigaraki holds so dear, but he knows that won't work. He's not stupid. But he does know, and he wants Shigaraki to be sure that he knows. ]

A picture. For each compromising position you're in. On your back, on your knees, your hands tied, whatever. I get a picture and you get to touch me. I wont even show anyone. That can be my reward.

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[It's this constant back and forth cat and mouse game that pisses Shigaraki off. He understands why they do it but... it's frustrating. Dabi's gaze on the hand isn't unnoticed either, and he glowers at the other for even thinking about that possibility.]

I thought you didn't want rewards.

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[ Dabi hasn't grown frustrated with it yet. It doesn't bother him, because nine out of ten times, he's the one who ends up getting the upper hand. It's hard to get frustrated in that case. For Shigaraki though, he gets it. He only smiles wider at the glower. ]

What I said was that you should come up with a better one. But we can go with yours if you want. Degenerative shit, you called it, right? I don't really see the difference here.

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[He forcibly breathes through his nose, trying to remain calm.]

For every fifteen minutes I get to touch you nonstop, you can have one picture of your choice. If you can't last fifteen minutes, you don't get your picture. Of course if you last thirty minutes nonstop, maybe I'll consider giving you three

[And they're going to be taken on a polaroid. Shigaraki isn't letting Dabi carry around that shit on his phone... a polaroid isn't any better but god damn at least there's no risk in accidentally sending it out to everyone. He thinks the time is fair given that one of their little sexual mishaps usually times around ten minutes. Fifteen might be an overkill but... Dabi's gotta learn.]

I'll let you have the first picture if you can last ten minutes. I'm generous like that.

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[ In seems like a very long amount of time. Irritatingly long, but Dabi won't argue it. He knows better than that and doesn't want Shigaraki to accuse him of complaining again, or being too pathetic to even be touched for fifteen minutes. The thing about Dabi getting the upper hand more often is that he picks his battles and doesn't give as much ammunition as Shigaraki does.

Plus, this is what Dabi wants. The faster he can deal with it the better. He's gone on like this for long enough.

And of course, polaroids. Dabi wouldn't want anything less. He's already thinking of where he's going to grab one of those cameras from and where he'll stash the pictures once they're taken. ]

Your generosity moves me. I accept.

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If you try to take more than what you deserve... I get to destroy them all.

[A bit of an overkill but... Dabi has everything to gain from this. The only thing Shigaraki gets is the thrill of making Dabi uncomfortable but... even that shouldn't last long if this little therapy ends up working out.

Also, Shigaraki has backed off from the door, settling back down on the chair that he'd been knocked out of earlier. Dabi wins in silently getting him to stay.]

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I only ever take what I deserve.

[He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, like some snotty, self entitled kid. Well, he's allowed too, isn't he? Maybe Shigaraki is rubbing off on him far too much.

When he moves back and sits, Dabi's glad he didn't even have to ask. Saves him one less comment about how needy he must be. He doesn't need this. It's just more entertaining this way. Boredom and entertainment. Their two codewords now.

Speaking of codewords.]

If I tell you to stop, you stop. If you don't, because you feel like getting too carried away, then I get a picture no matter what.

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Fine.

[He slumps in the chair because it is fair. There really is no arguing it when he can basically destroy all the photos if Dabi goes one photo above what he's allowed.]

Are we in agreement then?

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[ Dabi can control himself better than Shigaraki can, he knows it. He also knows that it would mean more discomfort for him, but he won't hesitate to use his flames if Shigaraki tries to push it too far. He won't be stunned into struggling like he was today.

Even just that small situation has made him less weak. Maybe it's because he knows Shigaraki won't try that shit again, not for a while anyway. ]

We are.

[He pushes away from the door and goes to sit back on his mattress, far more relaxed this time as he lays back against the wall. He may not want Shigaraki to leave, and he's finally got him to stay, but now... what? He's not inviting him to sleep here with him. He can't. Are they just going to talk? Spend a quiet night together? Dabi suddenly feels very uncomfortable with how intimate that seems.]

You should go shower, creep. You stink like jizz.

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I was going to but then you stopped me.

[He turns to where Dabi's laying in bed, a crooked smile on his face. But he does stand up, moving to loom over Dabi's mattress.]

It's almost like you didn't want me to leave.

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We had plans to make. Now we're done.

[He says plainly. So of course Shigaraki takes that as an invitation to get up and move closer. He's like a fucking child playing the opposites game, but Dabi isn't going to let it get to him this time. This is just the game they play.]

So what? You want to cuddle? There's no room for you here.

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Then make room.

[Cause he's sitting right down on the mattress, cum stained pants and all. You're welcome Dabi, this is absolutely everything you ever wanted. No need to thank Shigaraki.]

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[ He bites back a frustrated sound and clenches then unclenches his hands, feeling them get warmer. One day he's going to burn Shigaraki to ashes. One day, but not today. Today he can only imagine it. ]

You're such a vile creature. I can't fucking stand you.

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Heh.

[He makes himself nice and comfy next to Dabi. Luckily he's not in the mood to make the other that uncomfortable so he keeps his distance on the small mattress.]

I'll leave if you really want me to Dabi.

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[ Dabi just stares at him, long and hard. He should kick Shigaraki out right now. Tell him to leave. Instead, he lays down and moves himself against the wall, bored look on his face. ]

Whatever. I'm tired. I don't want to put up with one of your tantrums again. But you better stay on your side or I'll light you up.

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Get on my side and turn to dust, Dabi.

[Two can play that game, mister. But he does sit up.]

Maybe next time... with my gloves.

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I don't plan on getting on your side of anything.

[He says it, but he knows that when it comes to sides, he's on Shigaraki's more often than not. Even if he hates him. Or mostly dislikes him. Dabi dislikes him enough to still give him a wary look when he sits up. Thank fuck that he didn't get those gloves today.

Tomorrow though, he knows it'll be a different story.]

Next time, leave your creepy hand behind too. The two you have are more than enough.

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[Shigaraki's leaving this time, stopping at the door to stare at Dabi for a moment.]

Maybe. We'll see. [About leaving the hand behind.] Sleep well Dabi.

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Fuck off, Shigaraki.

[Dabi says in return, turning on his mattress so his back is facing the other man, much like last night. It's better this way. There's no reason for it to be anything more than it needs to be. Dabi is not as generous as Shigaraki when it comes to these things.

Tonight, though, he can't seem to sleep. Whether it's because of all the shit Shigaraki put him through today, or the prospect of what's coming tomorrow, he lays in bed tossing and turning for hours until he decides to give up and start on his job, finding more suitable recruits.]

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[Shigaraki heads back to his room, showers, and then promptly falls asleep on his mattress. It's a rare thing for him to be able to just clock out without a barrage of thoughts and creeping anxiety. of course he still wakes up early in the morning as he usually does and continues his hard work.

Meeting in person with vendors was... interesting. At least his long sleeves were able to cover the bruises on his wrist and the smaller bruises on his chest. His neck was also covered by a pair of hands around his throat. It hurt, and the bruise from last night peaked out just a little bit. But no one noticed (except of course Kurogiri).

By the end of the day, he manages to get the League more supplies that they'd needed since fleeing their last headquarters. Mostly rations and a promise of equipment for the future. Everyone who is anyone wants to support the League's cause. Especially since they'd technically booted All Might out of the hero scene. It's thanks to the League that so many villains have been quick to work out of the shadows.

Shigaraki is tired when he's done with it all. Heading back to his room in a strange mood. For once? He actually removes all of his hands, including father.]

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[ Dabi's day is fairly uneventful, which is frustrating, since he absolutely thought that going out to find recruits would be on the more interesting side of the jobs they've had to do. But it isn't. One after another, everyone he comes across as a potential recruit is utterly useless. Thugs who have no idea how to use their Quirks properly, who don't share the same ideology as Stain, and who ultimately can't even fight back to protect themselves when Dabi burns them alive.

At least that part is interesting enough. At least he's weeding through the garbage.

It seems there's no shortage of villains who want to join, though, so maybe he'll have better luck tomorrow. He's exhausted by the time he makes it over to his guy to grab his jacket and the gloves for Shigaraki. They're beyond expectation and Dabi knows the other man will be pleased. No matter how much shit Dabi gives his boss, he still wants to please him at the end of the day.

That's part of it. The other part is him wanting Shigaraki to know that he's the best he's got.

He considers going back to his room first, maybe finally get some sleep, but he doubts Shigaraki will be that patient, so he heads straight to the other man's room, kicking at the door instead of knocking. Hey, at least he's not just busting in this time. ]

omg have you seen chapter 190?

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(in case you haven't seen it yet!!!!)

Come in.

[He's sitting on the floor, watching the news on the TV and flipping from news station to news station. His wrists are looking a little bit better today with greenish bruises healing from how hard he pulled yesterday. The raw skin looks worse though, like Shigaraki had been picking at it because he had. He still is actually. One hand holding the remote with his pinky out, the other hand picking at his wrist holding the remote.]

i am 200% not caught up with the manga at all, but YES. i am weak for Dabi spoilers ITS HAPPENING.

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(i will eat my fucking fingers if this is not the big reveal lmao. i was so pissed about spoilers at first cause i wanted to read it myself but now im just like waaah put it right in my moouuuuth lol)

[ Dabi swings the door open, fully expecting Shigaraki to be sitting there watching the news on TV, scratching himself. He gets it mostly right, with Shigaraki attacking his wrists instead. He's not sure which is worse. But... at least the hands are gone. Even the one on his face, which is surprising.

Coming over, he drops the bag down in front of Shigaraki, then sits down next to him, facing him as he crosses his legs.]

What's going on, creep?

omg get caught up yo!!

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(i'm wondering where this will go either way so i'm like gasps!!!)

[He eyes the bag in front of him but makes no move to look inside. Instead, he looks over at Dabi and stares him in the eye as he deliberately pulls at some skin knowing full well that it would piss the other off.]

We got some new supporters today. [He's already assumed Dabi wants to know about his day.] Still no healer for our party but at least we'll have supplies to keep us going.

[Shigaraki turns off the TV, tossing the remote to the side.]

What's in the bag?