[Awkward confession feat. ShigiDabi and wingwoman Toga.
⚠️ Warnings for alcohol, mentions of murder, and brief sexual references. ⚠️

Requested by WyvernApocalypse]

"Daa-bii~" Toga said smoothly, Leaning against the wall next to him, grinning. Dabi hummed idly in response, not moving an inch, arms crossed, eyes focused as they had been for some time now, on Shigaraki, sitting at the bar, not quite drunk, but definitely tipsy, explaining to an increasingly unimpressed Kurogiri all the increasingly silly reasons why he hated Izuku Midoriya. "If you keep staring like that, somebody might just notice."

"I'm not staring," Dabi said, continuing to stare.

"Of course not," Toga tossed her wrist flippantly, heedless of the knife she held between her fingers. "But if you were, I bet I could guess why."

"'S that so," he drawled sarcastically.

"You can actually see what he looks like without that hand on his face, yeah? Pale skin, good facial structure, nice eyes, cheeks just bordering rosy from the alcohol. A gallon of moisturizer and a pint of lip-balm, and he might be worth sticking a knife into, am I right?"

"I have no intention of sticking anything into Shigaraki."

"Oh, so you want him to stick it into you, then?" Dabi scowled, glancing her way with detestation before returning his gaze to the scene at the bar.

"Stop talking, Toga."

"You should say something to him," she suggested, twirling the knife in her fingers. "Tell him how you feel. Then he can accept your feelings, and the two of you can go on a romantic murderous rampage off into the sunset together." She doubled over, giggling.

"That's not a thing," Dabi deadpanned. "And even if it was, I don't rampage, and neither does Shigaraki."

"Shigaraki kinda rampages..." Toga argued. "I mean from what I hear, the USJ thing was basically a rampage, and Hosu City too, although I guess he was more conducting the rampage, rather than actually rampaging himself. How about a romantic murder spree, instead? that seems more your speed."

"Forgive me, but I don't think of murder as particularly romantic."

"But it is though..." Toga pouted.

"Nah, it can get too messy. It's the same reason eating contests aren't romantic."

"But murder is sexy," Toga said.

"Murderers, maybe, but not the act itself."

"Agree to disagree," Toga huffed.

"I suppose we all have our own tastes..." Dabi side-eyed her warily. He didn't usually mind Toga, but sometimes her creep factor was impossible to ignore.

"So you gonna tell him you like him, or not?"

"Tell who? I don't like anybody."

"Don't play dumb with me, Daa-bii~ You're staring again." She leaned forward to look at his face with another one of her signature off-putting grins.

"Fine, fine, you're right, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna say anything to him." Toga's grin widened. Dabi uncrossed his arms and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"What if I talk you up, first?" she offered enthusiastically. "Tell him how great you are, and how I think you'd look good together, and then you can swoop in with your confession and that'll be that. New boyfriend captured."

"I wouldn't be capturing him," Dabi said, but a moment later he regretted not saying something else like, "hell no," or, "fuck off," or, "just kill me so I can never let anything that stupid ever happen," because the next thing he knew, Toga was prancing over to the bar, and the next next thing he knew, Toga had buried her knife into the countertop and both Shigaraki and Kurogiri were looking at her, stunned, and the next next next thing he knew, she had sent Kurogiri away to do something in the back, and was sitting next to Shigaraki was a smile that filled Dabi with dread. And then they were talking. Oh God, they were talking.

"Have you seen his costume, Kurogiri?" Shigaraki shouted, though he was looking at Toga now, eyes bordering on vacant. "It looks like a fucking bunny suit! Bunnies don't even come in green Kurogiri! It's so stupid!"

"Hey Shigaraki, enough about that kid. What do you think of Dabi?"

Smooth transition, Toga, real subtle, Dabi thought. He meant to head over and stop her immediately, but he just blinked a few times and gawked in horror.

"Dabi?" Shigaraki seemed to give the question more consideration than it warranted, before finally nodding slowly, seriously, and saying, "What were we talking about?" Perhaps Shigaraki was more tipsy than Dabi had thought.

"How Dabi is super cool looking, don't you think? Aren't his eyes just dreamy? And his whole attitude like he never gets fazed by anything is so hot, right?" Shigaraki nodded along as Toga listed all of Dabi's best traits without a hint of discretion, though it was unclear whether he was actually agreeing with her, or just dazed by her high-pitched voice, or if he was even listening to her at all.

"And you can't forget about how awesome his quirk is," Toga continued. "And he's so good at using it too. Don't you think he's a total badass? He can roast someone alive in seconds, and there's literally nothing sexier than a man who can slaughter you with the flick of is wrist." It was about then, that Dabi finally came to his senses enough to stop Toga before 'talking him up' turned into something entirely more disturbing.

"Hey Toga, I think that's enough," he stopped her, walking over to where she and Shigaraki were sitting and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You sure?" He nodded, very sure. "Okay then, now tell him."

"Tell me what?" Shigaraki asked.

"Tell you nothing. I think Toga needs to shut up now."

"Tell him, Dabi, or somebody's gonna end up on the floor, bleeding from the jugular, and Kurogiri might get mad at me."

"Oh yeah?" Dabi's eyes widened, tiny blue flames flickered along his left arm as he prepared to defend himself, but then he just sighed. Kurogiri really would be pissed if he set the bar on fire, probably more so than if Toga slit someone's throat and let them bleed out on the floor. "Get me a beer, would ya?" he asked her, and she skipped behind the bar to get him one.

"I'm confused," Shigaraki said, blinking at no one.

"Dabi's got something he wants to tell you!" Toga bubbled, placing a pint of beer in front of Dabi. He took a big sip.

"Oh? What is it Dabi?" Shigaraki asked.

"Oh, that, well..." He hadn't planned to say anything, so he didn't quite know how to say it. He cleared his throat and looked severely down at his beer, before deciding to just spit it out. "I like you... Shigaraki..."

"Oh?" Shigaraki nodded absently, and Dabi glanced up at him, thinking that maybe the confession hadn't registered in his foggy mind, but when he saw the crimson color completely consuming Shigaraki's normally pale face, he knew that it wasn't just from the alcohol. "That's cool." Dabi didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't for Shigaraki to somehow be even more awkward than he was.

"So, do ya wanna maybe... go out... or something?" Dabi offered.

"Oh... sure..." Shigaraki said. Both unsure what to say next, the conversation would have spiraled into a prolonged awkward silence, if not for Toga's cheering.

"Yay! You did it, Dabi! I told you it would work out!" She leaned on the bar across from the pair of them. "Now you can go on that romantic murder spree for your first date!" Dabi squinted at her and shook his head slowly. "You're right, maybe save that for the honeymoon." She nodded, apparently thinking they were in agreement.

Dabi turned to Shigaraki, and, hoping to change the subject he said, "So tell me more about that kid and his bunny costume."

"It's green!" Shigaraki said, already deeply exasperated, as if the awkward confession hadn't interrupted his flow at all. "Bunnies don't even come in green! And this kid can't not break his bones. Every time I see him his arms are all covered in bruises, or in splints, or bandages. It's no wonder his hero name means useless because that what he is! Gah! I hate his guts." Dabi smiled fondly as Shigaraki continued his drunken ranting, and Toga giggled as if she was equally intoxicated.

[I actually wasn't sure if I'd be able to write this one. I don't think I've ever written these characters before, and I don't particularly ship this pairing, so I hope they weren't too OOC, and if they were, feel free to blame it on the alcohol. We don't get to see the villains much when they're not villaining, so it's hard to know for sure how this sort of situation would play out, but I hope this is okay.

I'm still accepting requests, and I'm trying to build up a bit of a queue, so tell your friends! And if you have anything for me, let me know! Love y'all.

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[Edit: I misremembered Kurogiri's name as Kirigiri, and nobody pointed it out, I'm so mad. Anyway, I've fixed it now, and why the fuck did nobody tell me??‽]