This is a request by CodexAlex

Can you maybe do a shigadabi, I barely see any fanfics of them

*Im so sorry I haven't done it sooner as I've been on a long hiatus and you've probably forgotten about it but I hope you love it regardless*

Enjoy
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Shigaraki's POV

A loud groan escapes my lips as I helplessly scratch at my neck, glaring toward the tall black haired male, staring toward me with a smirk. His turquoise eyes boring into my own causing a flare of foreign feelings to burst into my stomach. Shaking my head, I throw my head to look toward Kurogiri, digging my nails deeper into my neck as I slowly become frustrated with these unknown feelings slowly gripping at what seems to be my heart. With another hiss, I disregard my feelings as nothing before standing up and storming out of the main area, heading toward my bedroom, muttering obscenities as I push the door off its hinges.

Glaring toward my cracked mirror, I push my fathers hand off my face and gently lay it on my bed, staring at my wrinkled reflection. Confused as to why a feeling so foreign was swirling in the pit of my stomach. As if that black haired idiot was the cause of all this. Every time I looked at him, my knees were weak, my head was spinning, my words couldn't even begin to surface. An evil smile always made something in my chest beat that much faster.

What was this feeling?

Speaking of the devil, Dabi enters my room, disregarding the courtesy of knocking as he walks up behind me, his hands snaking around my waist as low, tantalising chuckle escapes his burnt lips as he interlocks his fingers with each other, his lips centimetres away from my cheek.

"What's gotten you riled up? There's a discount on lotion and the temptation is too big?" He teases pressing a soft kiss to my cheek
"You really get on my nerves," I say turning in his arms, glaring toward him, "You seem to do something to me that I don't understand,"
"What's that?" He asks running a hand through my hair
"I just... I don't know!" I say pushing him away, being cautious about pressing my fingers against him, "I don't know what you do and I don't know what's happening to me! I think I'm sick!"

A deep chuckle escapes his lips as he falls onto the bed, his chuckle switching into a laugh. A genuine laugh. Eyes widening, I look in the mirror as a reddish tint begins to surface upon my cheeks. Slowly, I poke at my cheeks, confused. Watching as my cheeks remain their pinkish tint. Slowly, I glare daggers toward Dabi, who innocent lays on my bed, chuckling to himself.

"You're doing it again!" I say slamming my fist into my mirror then growling in pain, "Why do you keep doing this to me?"
"Tomura! Calm down!" Dabi says taking my hand into his, "You've hurt yourself! Stop being stupid!"
"No!" I yell snatching my hand away from his and turning my back to him as I cradle my injured hand

Normally, I wouldn't care. Normally, I'd let him take care of it but if he disintegrated into ashes I wouldn't care less. However, a flashback of witnessing my family slowly succumbing to my quirk had me worried. Growling softly, I begin scratching my neck storming out of the room as Dabi, annoyingly, follows behind me.

"Tomura!" He yells pulling at my arm causing me to growl as I fall into his body, "Will you stop being so irrational? You're twenty not seven!"
"You keep making me sick," I say struggling then shouting out as he recklessly pulls out the shard of glass, "Hey! What was that for?"

Sending a cold stare my way, he pulls my hand into his lap, covering my fingertips with cloths (so I don't hurt him) as he wraps a bandage around the cuts as I look away admiring something random on the wall.

"The feelings you have," Dabi pushes out gripping my cheeks in his hands forcing me to look at him, "Is love, you love you, you need me, you can't live without me,"
"Love?" I ask confused

Dabi sighs softly before pulling me into his lap as if I was a child, wrapping his arms around my waist before pulling his lips onto mine. Pulling away as he looks into my eyes.

"I don't like this,"...

"You will eventually,"...