The days only grew worse the more Shigaraki interacted with who ever he was talking to on the laptop.
Some days he would forget to eat and drink to which you would sneak off and bring him snacks and liquids that even his picky self couldn't refuse. Like a baby, most days you had to feed him. Even if he wasn't busy on the laptop he would refuse to eat. If he was on the laptop you were not allowed beside him for any reason and so you fed him from behind the laptop, leaning forward just enough to each his mouth.
Other days he would refused to bathe. No matter how horrible you insisted he smelled, he would only compromise if you would allow him to sit between your legs as your washed his hair. You agreed right away and ordered him to bathe whenever you felt the need to bathe yourself.
Often times he would relieve stress by laying between your legs and taking it out on you. He would begin aggressive, forceful before slowing down to a more rhythm pace that seemed more passionate. He didn't care if you were in the mood, turned on or not, if he needed a fix you had to obey to his urges. You assumed that Shigaraki was still not entirely over the burn scar on your wrist and the only idea he could think of was having sex constantly so it could burn in your mine who you will always belong to.
"We can't stay here any longer."
Shigaraki's low voice echoed in the bathroom. You lifted a small cup and poured the scented and medical water over his head, brushing back his hair so that the water flowed down on his face. The water was from your mixture of medicine. It helped with dry, irritated skin. The water itself was like magic but Shigaraki hated it. The fact that water could help with his condition was embarrassing and even more so that every time you were able to make him bathe in the medicine made him smell too sweet. The sweet smell wasn't recognizable as yours which he hated even more. If it had smelled like you then he would have been contented.
"Why?"
Your voice hummed. For the first time in a while you felt relaxed. Definitely due to the warm water and the aroma that filled the bathroom.
"I need to take One For All out of his cage, I need his guidance."
He began scratching his neck while repeating, 'I need his guidance.' He was stressing himself out. His skin became red and blood trickled out from his scratches.
"Shigaraki," Your cupped his chin, guiding his head to the side so he could focus on you. Your spare hand held his so he could stop harming himself. "I am here to support."
"You can't leave me," Shigaraki eyes shifted side to side, trembling. He was keeping his composure but he was on the verge of breaking point. "You're not allowed to. I have been by your side, aiding you and nurturing you. Now you have to do the same."
"I have. Haven't I?"
Shigaraki grumbled. He faced forward and leaned back in your chest. Nothing made him feel better than feeling your skin on his. If he was a mess then at least your could be his pillars to keep him afloat.
"We're moving out, tonight."
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The sun baked your skin and your leather wings as you stepped out of the house to the front. You wore a black leather jacket with a gray fluffy rim around the hood, it was more for style than it was to keep warm. Underneath you had two layers of long sleeve shirts and a leather jeans that matched your jacket. Looking down your outfit you stepped back to Shigaraki and hooked your pinky with his. He was distracted on his phone, texting Spinner for his location with the truck he had to pick up. Dabi and Compress had gone with him leaving you and Shigaraki alone at your family's house. Your mom remained inside claiming that saying goodbyes would not be good for you. You didn't entirely care for her excuse and happily stepped out.
Shigaraki tucked his phone away in the pocket of his black trench coat. You couldn't help but smile while looking down at the matching outfits. All black with bright red shoes. He placed the hand mask over his face but not before you stepped on your toes and gave him a quick kiss. Shigaraki hid the smile behind his hand mask.
"Where are we meeting?"
"The heroes are doing all of our dirty work," Shigaraki glanced over and saw the truck approaching. He slipped your finger off and tucked them away in the pockets. "All we have to do is sit back and wait."
Tucking away your own hands you stepped out as the truck came to a stop. You chose to sit beside Spinner even though Shigaraki had given you two glances that were implying for you to sit with him in the back of the truck. You leaned out and gave him a kiss on the head before slamming the truck in his face.
"What would the others think?" You whispered down through the window before raising it and facing Spinner.
Shigaraki slammed his fist twice on the side of the truck and Spinner started to drive off. He climbed up on the back of the truck and sat across directly of Dabi. Compress sat off in the corner of the truck with his marbles in hand. Shigaraki couldn't resist the temptation of scratching his neck. His nails touching just the surface before digging deeper, leaving trails of red.
Dabi, who had his arms crossed over his chest, snapped at him to knock off it off. "It's disgusting to see."
Dabi's eyes panned over to the small window where he could see the back of your head along with Spinners.
"So," Shigaraki sinks in his seat. His legs parting to the side with his left arm dangling in between his thighs. "My little Tulip came to be with a scar. One I never gave."
Dabi snickered. He knew where this was going and he didn't mind testing the waters. Dabi leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on the back of his hands. "Maybe you forgot this one scar. She does have a few already. Hmm, maybe she was getting tired of the same old decaying dick and needed something warmer. "
Compress cleared his throat, a warning to Dabi to end the conversation now. Compress already predicted that the conversation would turn south in a matter of seconds. Two hot headed men discussing an issue? The conversation was bound to start a fight.
Shigaraki tossed the mask to the seat beside him and narrowed his eyes towards the burnt mummy. "Burn. Scar. Did I forget to mention it was a burn? Pity. And who said she was tired of me?"
Dabis lip curled. "Oh? A burn? The bitch was probably clumsy."
"Bitch? Is this the respect you give her?"
"I treat her the same you do," Dabi stepped with the bouncing car and knocked on the window. "Let's see the person you are."
Your head flips around and you slide the small window open. "Yes?"
"Get your ass in here." Dabi sat back down, staring at Shigaraki.
Biting your lips you glanced at Spinner who gave you a nod. He knew what could happen if you have kept them waiting more or made them repeat themselves. The window was small but you were capable of squeezing your way through. Going head first you slip through the window, your hips getting stuck. Groaning you pushed yourself and landed right side on the floor of the truck. You sighed and sat in the seat below the window. Compress clicked his tongue and shook his head. Spinner slammed it shut and focused back on driving.
"So," You looked at both sides. A cocky corpse and an angry crackly boy sat on either side of you. Staring at each other with fire in their eyes. If looks could kill, two bodies will be on the floor. "You needed me?"
"Explain the scar to me again." Shigaraki tapped the seat beside him and you scooted over, holding the molded hand mask in your lap. "Tell me how exactly how you got tired of me."
Your leg started to bounce from nervousness. "Tired? What? But you already knew about the scar.."
"Tell me one. More. Time."
Nodding you licked your lips and stared down at your legs. Your fingers playing with the molded hand.
"I ripped his staples open and I tried to fix them. He didnt want my help but I was stubborn so he burned me."
Dabis eyes tinted to a darker blue when you had spoken up against him.
"Dabi," Shigarakis arm looped over your shoulder and he pulled you in. "What's your story? Or is it too similar."
Shigaraki's hand lowered farther where he squeezed your breast tightly. "Wanna mentioned when you got tired of having sex with me?"
Unbothered by him grabbing your tits, you raised a brow and really thought back to when you got tired of sleeping with him. "I don't think I ever said that...why?"
Dabi huffed and leaned against the truck with his arms over his chest again. He was refusing to face the nasty couple any longer. Shigaraki's cocky smirk was annoying the hell out of him.
Shigaraki had let go of your breast and his smiled widen. He was able to prove that you remained faithful while also reminding Dabi of his position of status.