The Hatred Of A Reflection- A Shigadabi Story

Chapter 12~Minor changes

Dabi's POV-

*knock knock knock*
I knocked on Shigaraki's room door, I wanted to talk some things out. Since it was obvious that some things have changed.
"Who is it?" I heard a voice from the other side of the door say.
"Dabi." I responded simply, a few seconds went by then the door opened.
"What's up?" Shigaraki asked looking up at me, he may have changed but he was still very much shorter then me.
"Can we talk?" I asked, Shigaraki nodded walking over to his desk, and sitting down in a rolling chair.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Shigaraki questioned, as I sat on his bed across from him.
"Just catch up. Since it's obvious things have changed." I answered him, he nodded and thought for a second.
"I don't really eat anymore." He started, it was noticeable that he's lost at least 10 pounds since the last time I saw him.
"So your fasting." I restated his sentence, he nodded slightly.
"How much do you weigh?" I asked, he shrugged.
"98 pounds..."He said, it was as if he was scared of what my response would be. I got pissed cause he's 5'4 he should at least be 114.
"What?!" I got a little pissed, he's way to underweight.
"Yeah." He said quietly, as to not anger me anymore then I already was.
"Why? Why aren't you eating?" I asked, he shrugged.
"I don't want to talk about it..." he responded quietly, I sighed.
"I'm sorry." He said looking down, as if he was disappointed in him self.
"Hey, it's fine. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I stated in a clam voice, since it seemed like he was already on the brink of tears.
"I've also made some minor adjustments to myself." Tomura said, I nodded, silently telling him to continue.
"I know have this, and I typically have it on my face." Shigaraki stated, pulling out a disembodied hand from his desk drawer.
"Who's hand is it?" I asked, I didn't judge because I have done weirder.
"My fathers." Tomura answered me simply, I nodded.

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